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Telfair Museum’s Education Department held a Youthful Voices Writing Showcase that targeted students to creatively respond to selected works in the exhibition. The audio recordings below exhibit these students’ original narratives in the form of poetry or short responses. This writing showcase was a collaborative effort between Telfair Museums, Deep, and the Savannah Chatham County Public School System.

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I climb
Ill afraid to fall
I’ve seen the bottom
I’m told it’s the same at the top
All I have to do is clear this space
And it ain’t as easy as they say
If I fall I will become a mere crack in the galaxy

I climb brick walls my people built for me. To touch infinity and beyond,
I’ll never fake an appearance.
I’m not to be played with.

My name will buzz for lightyears
My feet will leave a mark in these walls

I got scars like none other
They scream awake to find a way out of this place I put my fingertips in these creases and they bled. Like ink.

So, I started writing my story on walls.
Called it graffiti like my art wasn’t worth the MOMA Black boy gets lost in a moment

I grab pipes to hold myself from falling,
A comet reaching back into a sad pit of no resolve.
I’ve lined myself up to make a mess of it all.
And once I climb, the creases in these bricks will tell stories of past, present, future and how the African evolved

I climb,
Over America’s tall tells
of a great country that believes in equality I’s be the black child that climbs

Who is ill and afraid to fall, tumble,or rest at the top Afraid to look down on the world
Handpicking specimens like me
Who deserve to fly rather than climb
Call it divine how I turn from firefly to Star in a short notice

Going upward, then back down. Taking a gander at who I’ve become. .

A divine specimen and more than who I think I am Passing on the knowledge of reaching the clouds.

I’s be the black child who climbs brick walls to reach
the ancestors up high
And I’ve seen the bottom so I know I can make it above the sky Cause if it’s the same at the bottom then I will see it before I die Call it black boy in the moment.

It began with an atom Another minority
With power in numbers.

A leader was born
With burning heat in tranquil flame
He would become the atom smasher The town’s fool after facing such blows

He would gather thousands
To join this voyage
With voices sentenced to white noise Eyes heavily armed in
“This doesn’t surprise me anymore.” A war was clear.

It took six months of marching together

Proudly

Peacefully

To break bread at the same table

A taste for what was to come.

bebe kids pronunciation (bay bay)

definition a movie a saying a reality

bebe kids
are children raised by the system are children who see hunger
are children who want joy too

bebe kids in mississippi in 1984 are the same bebe kids in cali in 1993 and the same bebe kids in ohio and the same bebe kids in new york in 2016

for we all be bebe kids
baby kids who have not been babied
bebe kids who have internalized narratives on loop in our underdeveloped minds

our developed bodies are desired for violence in many ways we stay outside because inside is worse
and we act out because addressing what’s inside hurts

we are bebe kids unprotected and neglected a spectacle to be studied

we are barely kids
adult in the most important ways
we are kids whose days blur
whose lives are on loop
kids whose most immediate feelings are to survive and be frustrated to not understand and be misunderstood

we are kids
who play rope in the yard
jumping on and on creating rhymes to pass time
we are kids who innovate and recreate imaginative ways to bring joy we are kids whose hand clap patterns snatch wigs and shock folk

cause see what you don’t know is that resistance breeds in the youngest of us all because we have seen the world and what it could be and for that world we dream
and in that world we live

sitting on car hoods in the neighborhood to watch each other play

we live in old lots, cardboxes repurposed as our own sandlot as our own backboards and nets

you can bet on bebe kids to find joy in the simplest things to explain in impactful ways
to love freely
and walk unhindered

knowing their place is solidified in this world

“Hey Siri,

What does it mean to be American in the 21st century?”

Statistics show that it depends on what type of American.

Hmph. To me, that’s like asking what does it mean to be a double edged sword.

Or what it means to be fries in France.
But French fries didn’t come from France.
Yet they’re known for being there.
Is that what happened in America?
People just appeared and became known for being American, right?

Well, contrary to the other end,

Think of what it means to be a tree that has risen between the cracks of the concrete. What it means to actually come from the soil that you claim.
Because technically that’s the only true “American” there is.

Being American in the 21st century means to deal with living on a piece of land “reserved” for you but then told it doesn’t ​belong to you.

Being American in the 21st century means to be improperly misinterpreted for what they ​say you looked like in the history books, versus what you ​actually ​look like.

Being American in the 21st century means having to relearn a ​whole ​history stripped away from you with no sense of where you started. Having to relearn the meaning of being a human being that knows how to nurture and care for mother earth as well as sustain life.

Where
Is the balance?

What type of 21st century American is on the channel?

News rooms broadcast brown body’s behind bars they can’t handle.

Forced to face a harsh road and a false ​future​.

Balancing on two wheels of oppression in the ​present.

Grinding on the edges of the ​past.

Gripping handle in creative palms to give it passion.

We are the double edge swords And our energy could melt any bar.

A reason to use us, to alter what could occur in the future.

The reason that lead to our mishandling.

So what does it mean to be American in the 21st century?

It means to be remembered, a ​legend​, forever talked about.

It means to live the ​true ​American Dream.

Not life, not liberty, nor the pursuit of happiness.

The true American Dream… is glorified chaos.

Human becoming one race no matter the color or shade.

Black body’s not bounties be beautiful Joyous in Sunrays!

But still… what does it mean?

“Hey Siri, what does it mean to be American and truly live the American Dream?”

Okay, here’s what I’ve found:

The 21st century American that truly lives the American Dream is the black man. ​Read on? Yes​. He needs improvement. Not always 100% innocent, yet he is targeted 100% of the time for the color of his skin and the actions of his kin.

“Show more results.”

Okay.

The 21st century American that truly lives the American Dream is the crooked cop-

“Tuh, you mean the white cop.”

No, because if your generation wasn’t blinded by rage you would know that not ALL cops are crooked, nor just white.

“Alright Apple. Dang these developers ain’t playing no games..”

The people you​ should b​e worried about simply want to see America crash and burn. Because to them, you can’t have order without chaos. Read on?

“…Yes.”

The 21st century Americans that will truly live the American Dream are the protestors that want to raise awareness to the fallen and​ injusticed​-

“Pause. Hey Siri, what does the average 21st century American want?”

Okay, here’s what I’ve found:

The average 21st century American wants forgiveness. Wants justice.

“Siri-”

Wants redemption.

The average 21st American wants freedom.

Showing more results…

“The average 21st American life is going to become martial law if we as a people don’t open our eyes to see what lies beneath the satellite…”

Um, Siri?”

Siri not available.

“Of course not.”

In conclusion, the average 21st American needs to get a grip, because that same grip on the double edge sword is starting to wear down.

And the holder is starting to lose its grasp on reality as the world as we know it is beginning to crumble.

Coronapocalyspe just opened our eyes to see which corrupted pharmaceutical power will prevail. Corporations gobbling up the green of the underpaid consumer.

Even so, we pretend we do not ​see ​it.
We don’t ​see the 5G towers and reports of radiation.

We don’t see winter coming, as ​the next wave ​rains a chill on skin praying its lungs maintain the fire within.

We don’t see as we blindly open our phones and ask Siri about something that’s right in our face.

Which was all a part of the plan,

And if you didn’t know, ​now ​you know:

That to be American in the 21st century is to be in a technological bondage. Stuck in our houses with nothing but technology and the people in our immediate space to keep us comfort from the horrors of stepping outside.

And it’s considered ​normal​.

Yet we won’t be satisfied until it’s considered normal to not be able to ​evertalk ​freely, ​be

freely, or ​live ​freely again.

So, if you really want to know what it means to be American in the 21st century,

Don’t ask Siri.
Ask the youth!

– Settie Shawty

As referenced in the first three words of the Constitution, our nation has a historical and civil duty to embrace everyone with open arms.  In this image, a girl is shown wit hhalf of her face visible, the rest is obscured by the American flag.  This work represents the cultural roots and stories of immigrants across our nation – who together weave the threads of the blanket of freedom: the American flag.

 

With new roots planted in the America, they carry immeasurable ancestral bonds and stories in their souls and spirit that span the globe.  These connections weave the fabric of this diverse nation, the United States of America.