"To be a Negro in this country and to be relatively conscious is to be in a rage almost all the time." – James A. Baldwin
i give him my throat of little importance emptied it of meaning the flesh of his fingers is language like whispered words of need and i am an arrangement of needs in the hands of an answer i give him my … Continue reading black flesh / black feeling
i avoid your embrace for fear of immolation but today decided to die to feel the flesh melt from my bones we are grown black boys in white socks dragging feet across carpet we hide prophet smiles because we know the same secret we know that when finger meets flesh we … Continue reading Beautiful Suicide
in the brown boy eye pig-tail ribboned hard hand and heart you are beautiful in your standstill dance all the brown boy eyes beg … Continue reading To the Little Girl
moonlight makes me difficult to love i am all day sun father birthed not mother my first words were his not mine he named me a broken mirror later i learned he used mama-shards to carve rivers from infant wrist … Continue reading Moonlight on Broken Boughs
I. ||rememory|| we were star-crossed lovers in a galaxy with no moons—little stars who burned brightly in separate corners of the black. fate placed us in a cedar room with low lights and graffiti of vandals. miscreant etchings proclaiming love of forbidden things were spread across the walls like hieroglyphs of the fallen. and we … Continue reading The Book of Melvin
"To be a Negro in this country and to be relatively conscious is to be in a rage almost all the time." - James A. Baldwin
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