Tuesday, July 22, 2014

For Malcolm Shabazz...





yellow roses in my mother's room  mean
i'm sorry     sadness comes in     generations
an inheritance       split    flayed    displayed
better than all others
the crown                                       weight
the undue burden of the truly exceptional
most special of your kind
persisting unafraid    saffron bloom
to remind us of fragility   or beauty  or                         revolution
or to ponder darkly               brightly
the fate of young kings
the crimes for which             there are no apologies.

Sunday, July 20, 2014

Among Others Unnamed & Unmarked

 
for Eric Garner, Renisha McBride, Aiyana Jones, Henry Glover, Justin Sipp, James Brisette, Ronald Madison, Kiymani Gray, Oscar Grant, Wharlest Jackson, Keith Atkinson, Rachel Corrie, Wendell Allen, Chavis Carter, Rekia Boyd, Jordan Davis, Trayvon Martin, George Junnius Stinney Jr., Emmit Till, Ismail,Zakaria, Ahed, and Mohamed Bakr...
                      -Among Others  Unnamed  Unmarked





 
In a dark so deep
we cannot see it---
we are running
from memory.



                                                       a white
                                               girl’s flesh turning  
                                                under
                                            a weight           a bulldozer

 
a bare-chest    
pajama'd bottom
one bullet in Gentilly
 
 
                                                                    a bridge  after a storm
a mother's arm
shot off
near her child's body
 
                                                                                on a beach under sky fire
she
too shocked to scream.

 

 
 
How much     
is thirty-one years
worth
a stolen skull?
 
                                                    what of when you do scream?
                                                            I CAN'T BREATHE!
on an NYC street. 

 
Random:
how many of us are born double jointed?

 

With hands tied
one bullet in the brain
                                                                     who will call
                                                                   out our names?


 
 
Recollection is a fugue
we do(n’t)
remember
at will.

                                                                                     Cuz
                                                                    blood...
:

supremacy flattens
who you back
to fight back

 
Back.
Then.

                                                                     Now.

 
Who is left
to pick up
                                      the debris of bones?

 

Whose crush
makes you
juice?

 

Thursday, July 3, 2014

BLACK PEOPLE. RED EARTH. YELLOW SUN.



Is the total black, being spoken
From the earth's inside.
There are many kinds of open.
How a diamond comes into a knot of flame   
How a sound comes into a word, coloured   
By who pays what for speaking.
 
-Coal-
Audre Lorde