Introducing the 2018 Writers Well Fellowship Program Fellows!
The following dedication was written by teaching artist, The Celestial Poet
Zoom is quick whetted but is quiet in her responses. She holds her heart close to her mind so that they can walk a little bit closer. It is safe there. Next to her thoughts. They share secrets often. Her heart tells secrets that transform paper to songs of finding her true self. Her independence peaks through her full of cream coffeed skin. Her eyes tell us this is not her first round her.
Armanni is the tree rooted in “I will always survive”. She smiles and we see her innocence radiate through her tough façade. A hug will dismantle her barrier, and allow the softness of her heart to be revealed. She belongs here. Although her headphones try to steal her away into their space, she has words to let others know that they are not alone. They are an army searching for one another.
Michalea has the stature of the revolutionary. She has seen the ugliness that resides in this dimension so she is trying to speak it back into beautiful, and she means business. She is not a mad black girl, but she is a black girl that is mad. Curious to know what all life has to offer, so she is planted by that river waving her notebook in the wind hoping that her words will travel to the time where all the beauty will be manifested.
Savanna’s grandmamas’ spirits are with her. They speak to her daily. She feels the weight of the monarchies on her heart. She just wants to fit in with the kids but understands she has responsibility on her back. She didn’t ask for this, but she has asked for freedom. Freedom of mind, of heart, of spirit. She longs for her tribe to welcome her home. Here is where she found them. She heard in their laughter, felt in their smiles. She is no longer a misfit because here, she is a perfect fit.
Makayla came in defenses up. Here only because she needed to be. She is a ball of perfection who is unable to see it. She is warrior. She has fought her way into peace. She stands her ground until it begins to crumble with love, and then she sinks and allows those who surround her to join. Her laughter tells those who come, it is safe here. Here is where troubles can melt away and we can be without hiding. She has shown that she is a leader and a follower.
IG: @writerswellblack
The following dedication was written by teaching artist, The Celestial Poet
Zoom is quick whetted but is quiet in her responses. She holds her heart close to her mind so that they can walk a little bit closer. It is safe there. Next to her thoughts. They share secrets often. Her heart tells secrets that transform paper to songs of finding her true self. Her independence peaks through her full of cream coffeed skin. Her eyes tell us this is not her first round her.
Armanni is the tree rooted in “I will always survive”. She smiles and we see her innocence radiate through her tough façade. A hug will dismantle her barrier, and allow the softness of her heart to be revealed. She belongs here. Although her headphones try to steal her away into their space, she has words to let others know that they are not alone. They are an army searching for one another.
Michalea has the stature of the revolutionary. She has seen the ugliness that resides in this dimension so she is trying to speak it back into beautiful, and she means business. She is not a mad black girl, but she is a black girl that is mad. Curious to know what all life has to offer, so she is planted by that river waving her notebook in the wind hoping that her words will travel to the time where all the beauty will be manifested.
Savanna’s grandmamas’ spirits are with her. They speak to her daily. She feels the weight of the monarchies on her heart. She just wants to fit in with the kids but understands she has responsibility on her back. She didn’t ask for this, but she has asked for freedom. Freedom of mind, of heart, of spirit. She longs for her tribe to welcome her home. Here is where she found them. She heard in their laughter, felt in their smiles. She is no longer a misfit because here, she is a perfect fit.
Makayla came in defenses up. Here only because she needed to be. She is a ball of perfection who is unable to see it. She is warrior. She has fought her way into peace. She stands her ground until it begins to crumble with love, and then she sinks and allows those who surround her to join. Her laughter tells those who come, it is safe here. Here is where troubles can melt away and we can be without hiding. She has shown that she is a leader and a follower.
IG: @writerswellblack
