Tag Archives: poetry

American_Minstrel

Standing down when they never stood up.Standing down when they never stood up.Living on their knees has been the motto for people who slang words, ideas, andfears across social media pages, claimingto be American citizens or supporters of liberation. Lick the boots of statesanctioned violence, they say. Fold valuesinward, exhale the stench of polluted cherryContinue reading “American_Minstrel”

Centering_a_Black_Woman’s_Experience, Not_Colonial_Values

Surrounded by hostile theater or strange COSPLAY. NO they do not protect Black women. NO they are not masked Democrats or Leftists or Socialists or Outside Agitators. Keyboard warriors spew SMOKE. The Founder’s babies prance aroundwith Massa’s lips, eyes, and nose, cracking the whips of decaying nationalism. Hush. History whispersbrutality. AMERICANS shuck and jive for broken values and Patriotism, pledging allegiance to dysfunction. SMDH. No fear.Continue reading “Centering_a_Black_Woman’s_Experience, Not_Colonial_Values”

SAY_WHAT? (For Those Who Praise Slave Masters)

Go quietly into that Bad night.Go quietly into the machine’s rotten belly. Inhale its metallic odor, funk. Allow the rhetoric to irritate your skin. Take them neoliberal diss tracks and ideas and dance for the pigs who know you well. A three piecesuit and a slick tongue don’t change the roadblocks or conditions on the ground. No. Slave masters are not simply flawed people. IContinue reading “SAY_WHAT? (For Those Who Praise Slave Masters)”

If_You_Have_to_Entertain_Slaughter

Shine bright. Utter liberation. Hurl uncaged ideas. Lessons learned while walking through the belly of slaughter. A country, a nation, flailing in spring wind, trying to make sense of its existence. Broken men personify imminent decay.  I inhabit a break beat, living for the impact of wingspan, flashing a poker face as I stalk pavementContinue reading “If_You_Have_to_Entertain_Slaughter”

Lion’s_Mouth

Diving into the Lion’s mouth to feel the warmth of the other side. This experience is urgent and needed. Hustle to the bag. Hustle to be free. Hustle to eat and rage against the machine. The mantras are endless. The reps continue. Infinite. A sea that has adapted to a gentle motion. Ebb and flow,Continue reading “Lion’s_Mouth”