Tag: mask-off
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Poem 3.21.22 – Early Grave
I really miss you, probably never visit your grave site. doesn’t really make much sense. Being herenot being here doesn’t really make much sense.going there with…there—- —all of it, there. it just make it, less. and making a mess of myself there,feelslike it just make it, less. I can still talk to you. we haven’t…
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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 12.23.21 – Note to self
Note to self. Come back to that. What’s wrong?!?It’s the flawsIt’s all that, raw. It’s the claws attached,Not the open Paw. Note to self. Come back to that. What’s wrong?!?It’s the flawsIt’s all that, raw. It’s the claws attached,Not the openPaw. As I stare in your face Its clearly lies + Race. It’s on the…
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Poem 8.28.21 – The Willing
My great untrainable will. I fear your intent. You flow like a river on high without sign of relent. My great unbending will. I fatigue as your vessel. You take, and scantly rent. Damn you, in body and mind we wrestle. My great inextinguishable will. I see your flame and ask,take me with you into…
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Poem 8.28.21 – Feral Heart
Alone,lying next to you. Do you remember when my heart lied for you?Alone, lying next to you. Do you rememberwhen my heart begged you?Alone, lying next to you. Do you remember when my heart cried for you?Alone, lying next to you. Do you remember when my heart beat flurried and died?Alone, lying, lied to, all…
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Poem 8.28.21 – unbothered.
Much like lightning my spirit’slight streams across ours eyes brightest in the dark of night. The thunder of my voice crashes through your ears, in spite of your wishes for silence and still. Pride, mean more to me than your prowess, your lazy critique of the supernatural. For my excellence is akin to a second…
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Meditation: We’re All Boatless in the Same Ocean
A Meditation on the Impact of Racial Isolation & Courageous Conversations Racism Racism or more specifically crying racism has never serve me. Like many reading this I’ve always felt this child like fear of loneliness and isolation anytime I’ve imagined speaking out about what I’ve experienced or witnessed. I’ve also lived those petrifying outcomes each…
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Poem 02.28.21: Haiku Dear Black Women
Woven through fingers In sin, a saint unadorned. Owed, you are, and am. Harlem outside of Marcus Garvey Park
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What’s With the Bird?
Miriam’s Insta: @miriamjsutton – support they’re mutual aid artwork! by going to their insta! I received one of these a few years back. At the time, I was visiting home but felt like a tourist in my neighborhood. Since nothing sticks around in DC anymore beyond a few liquor stores and Starbucks I spent a…
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Poem 2.3.21
Write now. Nah, write now right now, make sure that thang pop. Go write your lines Refine your barsYour wit goes beyond thecodes you switch. Your tone’s fit, and drips in their ears. Your shit is a rich fit to be savored. Right now, clinched jaws are your applauseThey still ponderin your flavors, lost. Write…