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Saw you in the supermarketand wondered what your kiss tastes like in the mouth of my mindsubtle hints of nicotine, staletraces of fresh dishonesty you always lie to me, nigga that christmas you gifted me gonorrhea of the throat i choked on a million regrets stuck in the toilet of my neckand gagged on the burn of my … Continue reading type…

remembering moonlight

i know all too well what Juan means when he says “In moonlight black boys look blue.”   i know those blues. i know moonlight in my memory. i remember being told that hours after birth, my dark-skinned father  took one look at my lighter skin and determined i must be the product of my mother’s sin. … Continue reading remembering moonlight

Pedagogy of the Oppressed

I. ATTENDANCE the woman beside me at the bus stopeats her dates, casting pit to pavementamber skin like liquorrippling in the breeze of passing cars glow she teaches me: the black woman is the most disrespected person on the planet, did you know that? they don' teach it they don't want you to know i … Continue reading Pedagogy of the Oppressed

making space

we r a not of this world ppl n the absence of places 2 b / we hav mooovd ourselves 2 other planets / planted our colorless flags on invisible cratered space / & called dibs on a new moon on our moon we breathe free / & never worry of foot on neck / … Continue reading making space

stilletto

i have always wanted to walk on air wear heels, high up lifted above life no dirt on the bottom feet renewed through fasting and giving up the ground I found something sublime in the lift something pure in the abstinence and always believed dirt is a complicated thing on heels i might avoid treading … Continue reading stilletto