Wednesday, April 25, 2012

I might be a traitor

This chest cavity,
this black female body
donated to the movement

this black fist raises one flag,
this one wears her 'fro
her 'turban', her three-
quarters, her Afrika so well. 

this one is a wet dream
this negress farts rose petals
and fucks and bucks and
cooks eggs and grits
and carries a shotgun
with the butt to her
pregnant belly

this one might snap
in the kitchen with the beans
burning on an electric coil
and their ain't enuf speaking
in tongues or pleading the blood
to pull the pieces of her spine and
ribcage together so she can 
stand and smile and
regard her testimony 
as less than a crucified man
whether blue-eyed
or dreadlocked

so this one might open her mouth
and spit the only 
salvation she knows
and cuss a motherfucka out
back ten generations
for her mama, nana
and great-grandmother

light a cigarette and circle up
with other female bodies donated
for the sake of blackness
and talk about

these tits
this ass
this coochie
this nigga
these bastards
this heart
this rage
these tears

this wound
right here
this wound
right here

ends me

(written in response to NO! The Rape Documentary, which I viewed today courtesy of CVVC)

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

NO Blessings

You have no idea how much my unfettered NO is a blessing to me, and a blessing to you. The obligatory cords of toleration in Spite have snapped and now my mouth is free to smile at will and not just when I am called to do so.

It means I can actually feel your touch on my back and absorb it and want more of your warmth tracing the pattens of my skin, rather than waiting  as a future spector for you to not see me but your ex while you find some rememberance of her in my pussy.

It means I can write this and love myself. It means you can not speak to me because you thought I owed you something, because you thought you had me by the throat because you know 'all about me' and I know your penchant for cruelty by the thinly veiled glimmer in your eyes when you gossip. It means no weapon formed against me shall prosper...

It means it's possible for me to look in your eyes and see possibility and not dead-ends. My NO means hope, it means my yes is juicy, luscious and authentic. It means acknowledging that I hold infinite multitudes, and what I express, choose to create, desire to embody...

Is UP to me.


Sunday, April 1, 2012


Sometimes I ask god
what's the point of beauty
and then i know,
i am dead
but not born yet.