The Bronx Magazine

“A Prayer for Liberation”

Let’s begin this prayer in the only way I know how:

“Amygdala”

With revolution on your tongue

you tell me

you’re tired

But

I look into your eyes

and i know.

I know

“Con Leche”

Me encanta el cafe;

I love to drink coffee

Pero mi papa

But my dad

Has always told me I’d stop growing

If I drank too much

Little Girl Black- Songs of Leaving and Letting Go That the High Priestess Taught Me (Pt. 1)

“A Mo(u)rning Song”

The sun rises in the east

As do I

Amidst a fog

Cosmic Trauma and Ethereal Dances in the Galaxies

“Since When Is My Heart A Campsite?”

I don’t know why things don’t catch on fire when the embers from the flames we’ve created spark off.

To Students of Color Who Attend PWIs

To Students of Color who attend PWIs

To the badasses who are doing it:

I see you.

There are certain things that you are never told when you make the decision to attend a PWI. Like how no…

“The Tides”

“The Tides”

I can feel the tides moving inside of me. They’re pushing and they’re pulling and although the current has been smooth, and the waves have been at bay, they’ve come back with a force whose sole purpose is to devastate.

Delorean — Chris Rivers — ALBUM REVIEW

In a musical landscape where production is of more value than lyrical content, it’s…

Artist Spotlight: Swerve Mitch

Up next on our Artist Spotlight series is Swerve Mitch. Hailing from the North Bronx, Swerve Mitch has…