Author Archives: dominiqueamoore

introduction

In Angels of the Americlypse‘s Introduction, Carmen Giménez Smith and John Chávez describe society’s expectations of Latinx authors.  References to abuelitas, tortillas, and “degrees” of Latinx-ness point to the pressure that’s put upon Latinx writers for them to demonstrate their otherness in a … Continue reading

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monstrosity

cw: guns, murder OK first things first I’ll eat your brains then I’ma start rocking gold teeth and fangs cause that’s what a motherfucking monster do – Nicki Minaj -x- It’s hiding in the dark Its teeth are razor sharp … Continue reading

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Ticket

I dug graves in my pockets searching for the ticket out. “To dig one’s own grave” is an idiom that references self-destruction. According to McGraw-Hill Dictionary of American Idioms and Phrasal Verbs, digging one’s own grave means to “be responsible for … Continue reading

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hiding

A Response to “From a Tin Box” – M.L. Smoker When I was in elementary school, my favorite uncle made me a dream catcher. What is a dream catcher? Something to free you from your nightmares,.         … Continue reading

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light

I follow HuffPost Black Voices on FaceBook. HuffPost Black Voices is what it sounds like: a page that posts information related to race, racialization, and black folx (and, unfortunately unsurprisingly, the vast majority of content authors are white). A few … Continue reading

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Why are you so difficult…

Prior to this class, it had been six years since I had critically analyzed a poem in an academic setting. During my freshman year of high school, I was a Creative Writing “major” at the Greater Hartford Academy of the … Continue reading

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“let’s go in the police station!”

A few years ago in Georgia, while on a walk with my black cousin, Christopher, I wanted to stop inside the police station. He asked if I was crazy (“also, no”), I asked him why we couldn’t visit, and he … Continue reading

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