Barrel
chick-chick boom
I’ll close my eyes and count down to one
and hope when my eyes open
they won’t see the barrel of a gun
No weapon fashioned against me shall prosper in Jesus name. Ami(Amen)
chick-chick boom
Too late.
Bullets
the nails that keep our coffin closed
Open is to be alive
And closed ? – Well you know how it goes.
Bodied
Let my insides spill out of my frame
Let the murked mark the concrete
I’ll mark the avenue
Make it mine
This is no longer Jefferson Ave but where I got shot-we got shot
Blood slain, Body sinking into the side walk, A human sacrifice
the streets sacrifice
our sacrifice
the new face of 6′ o clock breaking news story
the new token black girl
our token
Another false arrest
Another resistance
Another face slammed on a slab of cold, hard street
Another bullet, then two, then three
Please remember to lay bullets at my grave
cause we don’t know flowers
Ain’t never seen something grow without being shot down.
Blood
me like them
pain so deep it is written in brown ink on skin
feel it
The Black Experience
Feeling limbs become phantom
as you tune into the 6′ o clock news
Flesh torn from the bone
tissue ridding arms to function
unable to hold hands in revolt
or embrace brethren in consult
One name after the next
One face after the next
More blood after the next
I’ve been working on this for awhile about 2 months or even more. I really want to add more to it and perfect it but I don’t know what else to say or add more to it. This is an attempt to return to my roots of the blog, return to the “racially woke” side of myself. So often I feel like I am in denial of or ignore the day to day problems of being a black woman. I think I have discovered and harbored myself into a place of complacency like I have normalized ignorance, bigotry and arrogance. I’ve encountered these problems literally everyday and I think I have become tried of the sorrows of honesty and revolt. I don’t want to deal with the problems of being black some days(most days). Do I feel like I am betraying my identity, culture, myself, brethren, my community ? -Absolutely and I feel great guilt over it. But at what cost will I rain war over anybody who tries my blackness ? Well let’s wait and see.
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