the facts.

poetry / prose

-You (irresponsible television news journalist)
ask her (black woman who lost a son / partner/ father)
questions (Do you feel for those who do not feel for you? How long do we have to give you cursory condolences?)
you wouldn’t fathom asking her (any white woman, anywhere).

-He (our Black president, seemingly drowning in studies
upon studies that analyze structural racism)
said,
in
full earshot of the American public,
that Micah Xavier and the man who murdered
black Charleston churchgoers had the
same kind of hate in their hearts.

-On Facebook, black people plead endlessly for
non-violence
and disparage “militants.”

-I look into the eyes of every black boy I see on the street.
I wish them a forcefield.

(2016)

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funk

poetry

I’d probably love your must
I don’t think I’d mind it.

Loving somebody’s funk
Is a sure sign of true love
Diggin in deeper into
The crook of your arm in the morn
After we been sleeping for several hours–
Thas lovin deep.

Even when u say
Things that I think are problematic
I still want to nestle in that crook and shit and what kinda bullshit
Is that?

Even my principles are revelling in your must

I don’t know
How u fight that.

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for the witch in you.

poetry / prose

Sometimes we love people and they leave.
And we ache about it.
We ask all the questions,
we dream up all the scenarios,
we writhe about it.

Sometimes they leave and they don’t come back.
They may have been your forever love.

That’s what hurts.
The maybe,
The endless hypotheses

Don’t crush yourself with formula and scientific method.
You hurt. That’s what’s happening right now.
You hurt because your heart was open. That is painful but beautiful at the same time.

Steps to heal:
1. Understand the ache. Respect the ache. Don’t supress the ache.
2. Celebrate your open heart. It is beautiful. Do not be ashamed of naked love.
3. So do not close your heart.
4. The magic you made with them can be made again.
No need to wait for somebody else to make it with you, either.
5. You are the maker of magic.
6. Rub your inner thigh, kiss your shoulder.

You are the One.

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blue eyez

poetry / prose

Lil Kim is Pecola Breedlove.

U didnt hafta stuff down ur own Pecola Breedlove at some point in ur life? Then u one of the lucky ones.

 

 

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how to be broad chested and big hearted at the same time:

poetry / prose

1. Give thanks daily.
2. Every so often, rub your thigh reassuringly.
3. Read something uplifting.
4. Give something to somebody–some change, a
smile, a hug.
5. Be sincere–don’t accept what you don’t want,
don’t lie about what you do want.
6. Cultivate the ocean in your body with care.
Don’t let it drown you, don’t use it to drown
others.
Instead, use it to reach your goals.
7. Speak to people as if you recognize their
humanness, even if it is difficult.
8. To manage impulsiveness and impatience,
breathe in and out at least once and think
carefully about the message you want to get
across.
9. When in doubt, hold on to your breath. Keep
your face soft.
10. That ocean again. Accept yours and everybody
else’s in whatever condition it came in.

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