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WHO ARE WE? Reclamation Magazine is a digital publication committed to amplifying the voices of the marginalized. We attempt to give the communities and the people whose perspectives have been cast off in the mainstream a platform to express themselves — to showcase their vulnerability, to stand tall in the face of adversity, and to…

To Kill A God

By: Cheyenne Ashe January 10, 2020January 11, 2020

POETRY & PROSE, THE ARTSLeave a Comment

When I was an afterling, a young one without knowledge, I imagined the bad things were confined to the dark. It granted me warmth and safety knowing I was gated in the sun. An invisible line, something I couldn’t see but as real and as tangible as anything that kept the monsters and the bad…

GOLD

By: Kristin Hunt January 3, 2020January 3, 2020

EMPOWERMENT, POETRY & PROSELeave a Comment

As a woman, people hate when I don’t smile As a black woman, people hate when I smirk A knowing smile Should never belong to me Dumbstruck and following are looks that can get me by. With praise And no regard They comment on the first two in triumph Because they think I don’t know…

School Inequality: A Thin Mask On Racism

By: Sadie Rose C Honchock January 3, 2020

CULTURE, POLITICSamerican, american education, american education system, descrimination, education, inequality, racism, systematic racismLeave a Comment

On May 17, 1954, the Supreme Court of the United States of America gave its decision on the landmark case, Brown v. Board of Education, deeming racial segregation of schools unconstitutional. After its 9-0 ruling, the Court stated that: “separate educational facilities are inherently unequal” and that it violated the Equal Protection Clause of the…

Ancestral Rise

By: Hokis January 3, 2020

POETRY & PROSELeave a Comment

I never really bought into the mythical “falling” into love. I believe in the mystical “rising” into love. The fairy dust of ancestral work. The initial dopamine seed hooks into dirt. The slow growth of oxytocin filled fibrous roots. Beauty grows, oxygen rises in the breath of The never-ending kiss of Heaven and Earth. We…

TIME

By: Nami Bey January 3, 2020

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In our world, time is so little. Our biological clock ticks every day as we wake up each morning to take on our daily lives. Within our busy lives, do we really get the chance to capture how beautiful the world is? Through our infinite imaginations, our mind can create anything we manifest. As the…

My Own Sugar Daddy, My Own Pimp

By: Hokis December 26, 2019January 3, 2020

EMPOWERMENT, LIFE, POETRY & PROSELeave a Comment

Some sex workers Are independent, self-employed Negotiating the game With the forgotten, or unenjoyed Wide lens teaches Wisdom settles into bed “Every partnership has its jail” Beneath the sheets, this soul does not shed It wins them no money Instead a kind of sustenance Sugar-coated power, control An energy here, in abundance Emotional currency Not…

Religious Persecution: Displaced Ahmadi Muslims From Pakistan

By: Sosun Mubbashar December 16, 2019December 16, 2019

POLITICS, RELIGIONLeave a Comment

Ahmadi Muslims have been stigmatized in the mainstream Muslim community. This can be evidently seen through many conventional clerics, politicians, and presidents who push for anti-Ahmadi propaganda. I will be discussing how the stigmatization of Ahmadi Muslims affects their lives and well-being in a negative way, with a particular emphasis on Ahmadis from Pakistan. Ahmadi…

Lopsided Truth

By: Hokis December 13, 2019

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truth shifts to trust with one required base pair reassignment. … trutH; drop the grand Hoax shush the lies to self and other sink back into your primordial slime reorganize, safely within your self-made cocoon. truSt; add the ultimate Sacrifice to give up who you are emerge with naked wings exposed trusting-self to know, who…

Weed

By: Beena Lad December 11, 2019

EMPOWERMENT, POETRY & PROSELeave a Comment

I. I’m a weed trying to be a flower. An envious shadow surrounded by loveliness. How I wish to be, to be what isn’t me. I see golden sunflowers standing tall and proud. Roses, daisies, blooming marigolds unfolding into the sun’s kiss. The beauties of the garden dancing delicately in the wind. I still strain…

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