My eyes met the Sun and we rose Crack the sun-kissed knuckles Sink hand to waist Handful of tattered tee Raise above head it plummets to familiar floor Skin exposed Eye-fingers inspect Know every
She is a noose still soiled with rotting chips of bloody skin She is the floor freshly mopped for the wrong man to stand on She is a maze a lion’s lair and a labyrinth She is the prize in the
We only care in short bursts Love is an unexpected expenditure for those trying to hold life between their teeth Survival makes it hard to speak We prefer physiological affirmatives so we don’t
I will not write this poem to you againYet this will not be the final timeWhite men refuse to keep their handsLanguageGodCurrencyBiasTo themselvesHow is that different from yesterdayNot everyoneBut a
Silence your first languageWho taught you this tongue?Taught your spirit to dumb downTo fit with these bite sized american syllablesWhy do you not resent it?The oppressor on your tongueSqueezing a
Poetry does a terrible job of making us forgetAnd soThis will not be a poem aboutThe pedophile who raped my student The mental illness that took my motherOrThe emotionless vacuum that breathed
