Tag: blackness
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Poem 5.23.23: My Last Day, Would Be in Bed-Stuy
My last day Alive was in Bed-Stuy. I felt like an “I” back in Bed-Stuy.Bro, the birds really flyout in Bed-stuy. I ain’t gone lie. I thought “I I could die” here in Bed-Stuy. I thought I was cry,leaving Bed-Stuy.
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Poem 7.11.22 – The vinegar in my blood
is mild, Unbelievable, Unrelenting,Incisively,thinlyveiled. momentum ismy acid,barely sours;it elevates, &colors palettes. still a pop leaves cause,a sting gives motive &Isoberly am erased. notes of assimilated,softened,perceptive,raw. lacks body, needs time,works well too,articulates well. best kept in darkcold storage.
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Poem 3.15.22 – The Business Practices of an Entrepreneur after Experiencing Police Violence & generational Terror
A long time ago I was made to hate myself. Before then I was unmade, in a matter of words/hours/actions. Prior to then, I was criminally incomplete, but I was unbroken. Not all at once, but later eventually,once I hated myself— hated my voice, my teeth, my face, and tears— those I despised. hated my…
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Poem 3.15.22 – Ally, You?
We are not our ancestors& nor are you?Where the fuck see the allies?!?Like can we get a head count? I meant of the pre-destined noose-less necks!I’m-so fatigued with caring white,I’m done with not movin/being force to move. I’m sick&I’m I’ll. I’m healed&I’m powerful, still. I’m winning &I’m unbothered, you? You any waitfor the badto be…
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Poem 3.15.22 – Training to “Be”…
It’s in my muscles. I feel it, the furnace. A loud flame, shakesme. It melts the glass and boils my soul. I hear you, the ambers, whispers of burning truth, echo free. All my sorrow is mute snd coalesces as body. I sing out, the smoke. walls are filled, a soothing key. Can we all…
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Poem 3.15.22
I could never give you all of me,I learned, and unlearned,and relearned,again.I could never give you my dreams. I knew the fear. But I didn’t see the nightmare. I planted. I grew. I sang. I knew. I saw. I, you. One space was always an absolute. One heart was always a beat. One time was…
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The Power | No Justice…No Pie, No Justice…
No peace. Yesterday was 3.14, March 14th— pie day to most math-heads and nerds. Today is March 15th, two days and two years after Breonna Taylor was murdered by a police officer, while she was sleepin in her apartment. Yesterday was 3.14, and for Tracy and Sybrina, they’ve spent 10 years forgettin a day mathematicians,…
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Poem 2.28.22 Double Standard
Why can the rich steal!Silence, a poem thief rewritten. Why does death follow Black, in still.
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Poem 2.28.22: Black to the Future
Heaven aight up there.Less moonshots please,more clean pots pipelines leading cleanwater to soil, Sons &Daughters, leadmade livin graves. Glass houses meanless when Shamecan be coded-in. Lean starts are all we’ve lived. Born to star in the darkand be the light. I don’t chase I gravitate. Nah! The Future is where We are!Ask again, nahI’ll say—switch…
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The Power | Holding Space
Granny, rather Nancy, left Virginia on a train to New York for a job. Her ticket would have cost her half her age in dollars back the ,but the 17 year old rode for free; complements of the new job up north. She took a risk and took a ticket to New York. Eventually her…