"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
brown eye belly fat thin skin sometimes fem broad nose thick lip forty-four and insecure and every day i dress in my finest feelings so i lied to you about the size of my dick then asked myself if i exist at all to which you reply every time never
in a red light room i imagine myself in my mother's womb trying to return or begin again inside the walls of my own imagination i am dragon-shadow cast against the inside of nowhere burning her down for freedom when the door will do because i cannot find the light i cling to a chord anchored … Continue reading Color of Love
"even mothers cut cords to keep us from killing them and save us from death"
As I think about the act of trimming excesses and formulating aesthetic definitions, I wonder how all of those haircuts and all of those men have "shaped" me. What did they cut off beyond my hair?
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
