We are excited to announce that we have expanded to the New England region with our pilot of Boston Pulse youth spoken word organization led by our very own Indy Pulse Co-founder, Tony DelaRosa. The first two pilot schools Boston Pulse is working with is Match Public Charter Middle School in Jamaica Plain and Boston Teacher's Union. Since our launch in 2015, we have hit the ground running. We have hosted six community open mics, serving a diverse pull of schools including: Roxbury Prep Academy (UnCommon), Urban Science Academy (winners of Louder than a Bomb MA), Kipp Lynn and more. We have published our poets, collaborated with Teach For All for their "1000 Student Leaders Campaign," with Indy Pulse in an online spotlight series to showcase student work regarding a specific theme, as well as presented at "14th Annual Alumni of Color Conference" hosted by Harvard Graduate School of Eudcation. Below read work from some of Boston Pulse rising poets, check out our recent published articles, and feel free to contact us on how to get involved!
Recent Published Work:
Executive Director: Tony DelaRosa
Director of Curriculum: Emmanuel Yeboah
Director of Communications: Jacqueline Johnson
by Josiah (7th Grade)
The mask is created to hold your most worst mistakes
knowing that as you put it on it puts your identity at stake
you think you're protected, but really you're being neglected
you want people to see you, and you feel that you've checked it
the mask is a fanesor, and you its jester
your pain will only grow and fester
take off the mask so I have the pleasure of seeing you as you
remember when you stayed home because of the flu
how relieved you felt to just be and feel like you
take off your mask, I know it'll be a task
take off the mask that has stunted your way of life
burn that mask that has held you back, and finally take flight.
by Jourbenthia Paul (8th Grade)
I’m from the loud noises
the ones that seem like argument
but OUR way of showing love
I’m from the violence
that spreads across streets
I’m from the city that crumbled, fell down
like an avalanche
I am lonely
I am the person whose inner thoughts
would never be known.
I am from nothing that lingers too long
becomes my weakness
I am tears and blood
mixed in one
I’m from a dangerous place where you always watch your tongue
or he gets it
I am from a broken family
from heavy drinkers, to dumb thinkers but I’m also from
wisdom beyond my age
I am quick witted, quickly spitted, she who could think fast upon her feet
In “Beauty and the Beast” I’d rather be the beast
the black sheep, the opposite of what you thought
I’m from the history of HAITI from slavery
I am the great wall of China
long and strong, but not for long
I am what I am
What am I when everything I know has fallen?
What am I when my past catches up to me and my future
like those terrified of change?
Boston Pulse at Harvard
In 2015, Boston Pulse was chosen to present a session entitled "Empowering Student Voice through the Art of Spoken Word" at the "14th Annual Alumni of Color Conference" hosted by the Harvard Graduate School of Education. Two students (Terell Rice and Jourbienthia Paul) were chosen to co-facilitate and lead this session in front of middle school and high school youth leaders here in Boston. This year for 2016 we are excited to open up the 15th AOCC, and facilitate a student and teacher-led workshop. Check us out below!
Boston Pulse Circle, every participant leaves the room ignited with a word that describes the impact of our session to emphasize one voice, one collective impact.
Terell Rice (7th Grade Match Middle School Poet) closing out the conference with his poem "Warring Ancestors"
Jourbienthia Paul (L) Terell Rice (R)
Match Student Poet Leaders
Mr. Yeboah (Director of Curriculum and Slam Coach) defining the term "intersectionality"
Black Boy Pt. 1
James McCauley (Match Public Charter High School)
A boy walks
A black boy
Skin the color of the night
Only his eyes shine
And his teeth hidden behind plump lips
A boy walks
A white boy
Skin the color of the clouds
He shines like a star in the night
His eyes closed.
may the white boy rest in peace
And for the black boy
may his community be a cause of his death
May his death
be a representation of his life
And the melanin in his skin
change our perception of him