Ypsi On My Mind is a zine collection of poems by women of color exploring how we see and experience Ypsilanti -- past, present, or future. Ypsilanti is crucial to our region -- and Black, Latinx, Native American, and other women of color are crucial to Ypsilanti. So, what does Ypsilanti mean to women of color? These poems offer a glimpse.
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The sound of the heavy rain woke me on a late August morning
Giant droplets slapped oak tree leaves
their vivid green shrouded the slightly cracked window letting in tepid summer air
by Connystynce Chege
1893 Cyclone Damage at the Chinese Laundry
Hold the photograph close. The erasable space appears: you, nameless, hand on your hat, outside on the sidewalk.
(Photo Credit Matt Callow)
by Linette Lao
Every tear escaped behind a mask at dinner unnoticed, a pattern of paw prints on pedestrian streets, the sound of a toothbrush connecting with the floor—
(Photo Credit Kari Zeissky)
by Amber Fellows
An Ode to Complex Movement
A housemate in Detroit
Once told me that she had a polyamorous relationship to place
That multiple cities called to her that she all loved equally but different.
by Violeta Donawa