The Literary & Artistic Zines of the James Baldwin School
Spring 2020
Virtual
New & Retro
BOLD VOX
Dear Readers and Contributors,
We are grateful and honored to present a selection of the words and works of The JBS community past (since 2012) and present in this virtual, new and retro edition of BOLD VOX. These are vital, critical times and these voices matter. We hope you enjoy and are inspired by these pieces of truth, reflection, rebellion, resistance, creation and emotion crystallized in word and image.
In Peace, Justice, and Art,
Vox Editorial Board: Stephanie Blanch-Byer, Marie Lewis, Jamie Munkatchy, Rob Reyes, Tamra Plotnick, Nia Potter, Stacey Sullivan, Fallyn Vega, David Ward
June 2020
PS Given the circularity of time, we have avoided most references to dates of publication.
dedicated to
George Floyd, Breonna Taylor, Ahmaud Arbery
and “The Fire Next Time” that they inspired.
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VOX Editorial Board
Stephanie Blanch-Byer, Marie Lewis, Jamie Munkatchy, Rob Reyes, Tamra Plotnick, Nia Potter, Stacey Sullivan, Fallyn Vega, David Ward
Special Thanks
CAMBA and The LTW Program, The JBS English Department, New York City Outward Bound, EL Education, The New York State Performance Standards Consortium, New York Live Arts, Akim Funk Buddha, Bianca Bailey, Dave Archuleta, Ilka Scobie and Pam Laskin of the City College Poetry Outreach Center, The Pajama Program, Jamie Munkatchy and The JBS Morning Team MakerSpace and Lukas Bauer, Liz Lazarus (art teacher in residence)
Contributors
Myriam Alegria, Isaiah Alford, Qushawn Allen, Breanni Alvarez, Michell Angamarca, Anonymous, Jose Aquiahuatl, Alexis Arias, Emmanuel Batista, Stephanie Blanch-Byer, Michael Brito, BT, Liz Cabrera, Joel Camilo, Nayely “Potato” Campbell, Joel Camilo, Justin Cervantes, Edgar “Slim” Cintron Jr., Alexander Cisneros, Devo Conde, Grasiela Coyotl, Rafael Curet, Bianca Dachoute, Alam de la Cruz, Enmanuel de la Nuez, Adriana Malaysia Del Valle , Shariah Dickerson, Voshon Delbridge, Heaven Dennis, Angelica Dutan, Robert Eliezer, Jayce Embry, Luis Espinal, Veronica Fernandez, Jasmine Foroughi, Essence Fort, Nadine Garvin, Abdoulaye Gassama, Leeza Gadsden, Abdoulaye Gassama, Rachelle Gibson, Crystal Gonzalez, Dennis Gonzalez, Victor Gonzalez, Artianna Graham, Amira Gundel, Angeliq Hammie, Rokeya Hossain, Emily Heras, Alexis Hernandez, Danny Hewitt, Rokeya Hossain, Gabriel Ibarra, Jenna, Spirit Jones, Ariana Jordan, Kashante Kiese, Katana Kinebrew, Diselys Liranzo, Egypt Lopez, Oscar Matias, Mariel Martinez, Antonio McCaskill Jr, Noah Martuccio. Mecca Mshaka-Morris. Yailyn Montes de Oca, Jamie Munkatchy, Allee Niang, Jalitza Nieves, Zeshan Noor, Emily Ojeda, Sonia Oquendo, David Ortega, Leila Ousmane, Yvette Pabon, Mack Paradise, Shaniyah Pedrero, Rachel Peralta, Darvin Perez, Brad Pion, Brauly Plier, Tamra Plotnick, Daneiry Polanco, Luiggi Ramos, Hawa Sakho, Mya Shaw, Shellz, Faith Sheppard, Christian Simplice, Reshawn Smith, Travis Smoker, Matilda Suli, Stacey Sullivan, Eddiemarc Torres, Yarimar Torres, Barabara Vasquez, d. alan ward, Malala Waseme, Diovianne White, Lanasia White, Ashley Zapata
MORE APPRECIATIONS!
For your undying love, support, teaching, care, counseling, solidarity, innovation, and inspiration, Bold VOX deeply thanks the faculty and staff of The James Baldwin School and The LTW Program:
Brady Smith (principal co-director), Athena Leonardo (teacher co-director), Rehana Ali, Laura Alvarez, Jeanette Aybar, Na-tasha Baldwin, Emily Blanca Zapata, Stephanie Blanch-Byer, Kelly Brown, Ashley Davison, Harrison Delfin, Marwa El-Turky, Hanna Gartland, Josh Heisler, Shana Elizabeth Henry, Sharon Holden, Abby Kirchman, Liz Lazarus, Marie Leblanc, Marie Lewis, Joe Martone, Lynda McFarlan, TJ McFarlan, Anya Meier, Michelle Miao (student teacher), Thomas Mullane, Jamie Munkatchy, Shelly October, Christine Olson, Tamra Plotnick, Ashley Polanco, Luiggi Ramos, Seth Rader, Rob Reyes, Sherry Sarioglu, Kayla Stephenson, Stacey Sullivan, Thereisa Robinson, Hilary Rosenfield (EL School Designer), Natalie Yasmin Soto, Catherine Tosado, Caity Tully, Steven Velez, David Ward
POLICE BRUTALITY
by Anonymous
Just because you have a gun
On your waist doesn't
Mean you have to use it
Killing young Black teens
Cause you have a number
On your chest
Stopping me cause I have a hoodie
On my head
Damn, I can see all the anger in your face
by Rachelle Gibson
My tears ran down so smooth.
REALITY
by Alle Niang
Who makes up history.
Probably can’t be seen
could be the reason.
Your building doesn’t lean.
The reason you see.
Apps on your screen.
Aren’t you even curious?
Right now I’m serious.
I’ve never been delirious.
Just think it’s mysterious.
Tired of all the pawns
taking all the credit.
It’s time you realized
Don’t wait another second.
The silence hurts worse
than speaking the truth.
Better say something now
Got nothing to lose.
Photo by Daniel Bergerson
“Trust life, and it will teach you, in joy and sorrow, all you need to know.”
--James Baldwin
DEAR TRAYVON MARTIN
(and others affected by police brutality)*
by Leila Ousmane
When you left this planet
we flooded the streets
The way stardust floods the sky
after a supernova has burst
When you left this planet
we knew life, like a child,
shakes its rattle of death
as it runs.
For 600 years we believed
those little white lies about pain
that our beautiful skin
was nothing but shame
But when I saw the bullets
go through countless of my brothers and sisters
our beautiful skin became more of a threat
than a shame
*Won Honorable Mention in City College of New York Citywide Poetry Contest 2019
#SOMETIMES
by Shellz
Sometimes
you shoot
when I’m exercising
Sometimes
you bash my head
to the ground
when I sell loosies
Sometimes
you aim at me
when I’m playing in the park
Sometimes
you pull me over
and then
I’m hung with a plastic bag in a cell
Sometimes
I’m in the passenger seat
with my family
and then
I’m lying in blood on Facebook live
Sometimes
I’m in the neighborhood
with candy
and then
I’m gone
Sometimes
I’m 6’7”
and it’s enough
for you
to
stifle
me
with
your
knee
Sometimes
I’m reduced
to
a
hashtag
#SometimesIdieforbeingme
OP ED: MASS CRIME AND THE VIEW FROM MY BROWN EYES
by Mya Shaw
Being a Black female in today’s society is far from easy. Every day I wake up, I feel less and less wanted by society. I look at the newstand and see how they’ve been plastering the faces of Parkland shooting victims all over the magazines and newspapers. They were invited on the Ellen show and one of them gave a whole speech in Washington D.C., our country’s capital. And the Florida shooting suspect? He wasn’t shot once. Not one time did they dare to pull the trigger on a mentally unstable male that walked into a high school and killed seventeen people. A Caucasian young man in Austin was bombing people’s homes. He wasn’t shot or killed.
Meanwhile, brown-skinned Patrick Dorismond possessed no drugs and was waiting for a taxi with a friend when an undercover officer shot him once in the chest from close range.
Amadou Diallo, an African immigrant, holding a wallet, was shot forty-one times by four police officers in the doorway of his Bronx apartment building.
Michael Brown, an African American brother, was unarmed; he was shot and killed by a police officer.
Philando Castile, a Black man, had a permit for his gun and the officer shot him seven times.
Tamir Rice, a Black youth, was shot twice by an officer at close range as he held a toy gun.
John Crawford the Third, another Black man, simply handled a toy in the toy aisle and was shot twice by an officer in quick succession.
Alton Sterling was pinned to the ground and shot several times at close range.
Freddie Gray was just riding his bike when officers loaded him into the back of a police van on his stomach and head first ignoring his pleas for medical attention.
While Miriam Carey’s baby was in the car, she was shot five times and killed in front of her one-year-old daughter. I’m not saying that what happened to the Parkland shooting victims wasn’t wrong, but where is our justice? Where is the justice for the Black community? All of these tragic, wrongful killings have happened to us and still, we have no closure. They didn’t give us the same media coverage; they made us seem like wild animals trying to be violent during peaceful protests and marches. But I guess being born Black is a crime all in itself, ain’t it? They say all lives matter, but I guess that doesn't include us. It's been said once, but I’ll say it again: America better be grateful that the Black community only wants equality and not revenge.
Although the City-wide Poetry Contest run by CUNY’s City College of New York’s Poetry Outreach Center was canceled this year due to the pandemic, the anthology will be published and in it, the poems of these five JBS students: Egypt Lopez, Abdoulaye Gassama, Sonia Oquendo, Zeeshan Noor and Danny Hewitt. Congratulations, writers!
LIVING IN AMERICA
by Danny Hewitt
I woke up, I saw, I left I had everything, I lost everything I had cash and now have none Spent on pizza and the food of junk material I remember a city of 8 million I forgot my language I think I once was a child And everything was big Now I am lost in conjunction I have failed to see the light
Subconscious dark as the night sky But
has light on the side What is my purpose
When too young, wise as a serpent When
society is lost could I have been chosen
Spirit truly awoken, soul golden
Since I see through the lies I'm doctrine I'm
forever going to shine I let my soul keep talking
No more mind tricks
Too mentally
equipped
Too strong on my path Making
sure my steps last Third eye
sharp like broken glass Society
faith, where is your mask
With more being said
I'm not scared of
death I am too
blessed When I have
breath
WHO AM I
by Abdoulaye Gassama
TIRED
by Egypt Lopez
It pops up when you least expect it The cost will turn, but not due to respite You rest and rest and it forever persists Like a gosh darn curse that you cannot lift
The solution isn't sleep or naps or rest It's not a lack of trying or doing your best It's just when the world’s so loud and full of misfortune Sometimes your own world can be a bit distorted
There's not a sight or sound meant to really cure The loss of the will to find your way, to be sure So if you have interest, it won't lead you astray But you must open your eyes for a another new day
WONDERLAND. . . AGAIN?
by Sonia Oquendo
Leave this world behind, my dear New adventures have awaited Keep going with silver spoons Close the eyes to happy lives In wings lives our childhood past Chocolate hearts spilled cherry cheese Lots of bad hatters Queens of true hearts Bunnies allowed of your presence Neverland was not lived Lost boys had no Wendy darling Second star to the right Straight till morning No Captain Hook Empty pixie dust He has been waiting Forever shall you be Hello again Dear Alice Welcome back In Wonderland I will be your guide
If you're black,
you’re mad
You're broke
And live ratched
If you're black
You’re gonna go to jail You're gonna fail
Even get killed
If you're black
Your mom was on crack
Your father never came back
These are statistics of the opposition
Of the opposite race
Building a case
And we’re letting them ace
Letting them thinks it's okay to say
Because you're black that’s why it’s that
No it’s because of them and their fear of the major comeback
Creating system after system
To break your back
If you're black
Walk with power, strength, and dignity
We've already lost our peace of mind
Find your inner gold mine
Take back the time that was lost
Get in tune with your soul
It's so much more within
Within your skin is someone beautiful
If you're black
Live life without lack
Lack of strength, power and dignity
If you’re black
Love your skin because you can
Not because of them hating
If you're black Get back
OP ED: The State of Being Black
by Diovianne White
ANGER
by Anonymous
Anger can really take over you
Anger will have you walking around
Like nobody loves you
It's hard to find peace when
You have so much anger in you
VIOLENCE
by Jenna
Violence brings fear into people
It makes you feel like you have
To watch every move you make
Violence makes you wanna
Walk around with a weapon
To feel safe
Once you use the weapon
You feel the guilt
WHO I AM
by Noah Martuccio
I am condensation on a glass of water
Outside looking in
So close, yet so far
It feels like do not belong*
I cannot see, the invisible barrier
Between everything else
And me.
(It feels like I do not belong)*
OR WAS IT LIKE THIS?
by Zeshan Noor
An extraterrestrial being A Milky Way in the sky
An alien in the corner
Observing a different
reality
A female Phoenix in a summer
sky
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My imagination can stretch far
But this is more than I can
imagine
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Estranged vibe of different
existence
Different beings in the world That is in the process of creation
Unsettled hands,
An imaginary cold that nips at your bones.
Violent nervousness,
as all your nightmares breathe in your ear.
Sleepless nights
While they’re asleep, you’re alone.
Everything you dread, knocking at the door;
They will keep you company.
Your tears give you solace.
ANXIETY
by Nayely Campbell
I WAS. . . BUT NOW
by Edgar “Slim” Cintron Jr.
I was
In between a world so cruel,
And a world real pleasant if you follow the rules.
In between you get a 9 to 5 and stay in school,
Or make sales, hit checks and get a car brand new
In between staying strong and getting what I need done,
Or staying hard and getting whatever I want.
In between get money, and hide from my mother now
Or graduate college and make my mother proud
Now I’m in between
Was I a regular kid?
Or was I a kid in a world corrupted?
But now I’m here
Two years ago I should have graduated
But at least my main focus is to say, look Ma, I made it.
PAIN
by Leeza Gadsden
It's one thing to say you’re disappointed and the shit you’re doing needs to stop,
but how can you curse your kids out and call them a thot?
How can you call them all these things and make them feel like nothing inside?
But you don’t get it.
You just see it from your point of view
because your parents did it to you and you’re gonna do it to your children too
Have them feel that hurt that you felt when you was young
You being the only parent in they life because they dads walked out on them
I know it’s hard,
But just have faith in them
The same faith you wanted when you was young
LIFE
by Christian Simplice
What was life like before you?
What was life like before color?
What was life like before our adversities?
Was life simple?
Was doing the right thing something
you just did?
What was life like before self doubt?
What was life like before
the cruel world hit you?
UNTITLED
by Emily Heras
The color red represents the blood running down my scars.
Sharp, curved, long, short lines.
All have different stories.
The obsidian lines have power.
There are some lines that are tall like a tower.
Obsidian lines overlap each other,
like the paths we cross with one another.
Life is the obsidian lines
Covering the blood of the unknown.
I was born in the Garden State
At the turn of a new century
A time for new beginnings
Mixed blood running through my veins
Born before the Towers crumbled
Youngest in a complicated family
Was born in Jersey
Compete in water, live for the rush
*Awarded Honorable Mention in City College City-wide Poetry Contest 2018
LIVE FOR THE RUSH*
by Rafael Curet
I was born in the Garden State
At the turn of a new century
A time for new beginnings
Mixed blood running through my veins
Born before the Towers crumbled
Youngest in a complicated family
Was born in Jersey
Compete in water, live for the rush
*Awarded Honorable Mention in City College City-wide Poetry Contest 2018
LIVE FOR THE RUSH*
by Rafael Curet
LOOK, SPEAK, LISTEN
by Hawa Sakho
Listen, you have ears.
Speak, you have a mouth, but don't speak too much.
Look, you have eyes and look deep.
Do you see, I mean do you really see,
we’re all life’s little spies, using our hair, race, and lies
as a disguise to get through this world and time
Some use it to try to get me, not knowing that my mind is also wise.
Even though 16 years isn’t much, I don’t mind,
all I can tell you is these spies aren't getting a dime.
Listen, speak, look.
With this in mind, no spy can waste your precious time.
MOTIVATION
by Dennis Gonzalez
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Don’t mind your friend or foes,
Remember your goals,
Motivate that innerself,
to bring out your undoubtable wealth
by Eddiemarc Torres
Some things that make me feel good in this photo are me in the process of recording music and the chain I'm wearing.
I’m just trying to run,
away from all these guns,
away from all these nuns,
God forgive me for all my sins,
and all the places that I’ve been.
You can’t replace, you can’t retrace
The demons entering my soul,
I ran them off, I kicked the goal
I have a lot of cookies in the jar,
I know I’m going to get far,
I’m jumping on these bars,
I’m sliding through these cars.
Education gets me far,
And a brick would make me fall
Either ten feet deep or behind those bars.
*Won Honorable Mention in 2016 City College of New York Citywide Poetry Contest
UNTITLED*
by Dennis Gonzalez
​
My physical appearance came clear to me
when guys compared me to another female.
Whether or not my butt was big
or my breasts were plumped enough.
It felt like I was in a judgement zone.
Countless mornings staring in the mirror wondering
if I was good enough.
If I put on enough makeup.
Was my lipstick put on just right.
Does my outfit fits just right to show off my curves.
Did my curls drop peaceful.
My inner self is crying out to show herself.
Show how brave and strong she is.
Show her goofy personality
and her mindset of independent woman.
A queen that deserves to be crowned
and not taken advantage of.
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
by Ashley Zapata
MY SILENT ROOM
by Katana Kinebrew
This vase is dark as the unknown
It’s made of life’s clay, slowly forming my shape as I grow.
Here in my imaginary room, there is silence.
There is much to be listened and
little to be said.
But the room is silent, I’m ready to listen.
This pink flower is gentle as my feelings.
Its green stem intertwined in the vase of life.
the dance
the movements of people
through time
through stories told
written in the curves of mountains
written so we may know the beauty behind us
and the history
ahead.
poetry
the beats of arched backs
dancing with mountains
reeling in the whispered revolution
the slow beats of
Resistance
UNTITLED
by Jamie Munkatchy
by Antonio McCaskill
The purpose of this was to find objects that go from light to dark [grayscale]. I found 10 objects in my room. I changed the way I thought it was going to work. I took the picture in color and then changed it to black and white.
Looking into a mirror I lose myself
by Anonymous
UNTITLED
by Victor Gonzalez
Heart beating faster & faster
Water rising as my blood rises
Cold water filling my lungs
Losing consciousness
On a jet ski all alone
A wave hit me, I quickly fell
Deep and deeper as the jet ski disappeared
I landed a sandy beach
All I remember is my body being sore
For about a week
The day I almost died.