Category Archives: (NPM2017)

brick house sunrise

open the curtains in the brick house let the light spill in peeling back the dark illuminating broken things scattered like litter on the side of life the broken dolls games that glitch the only for this side of town … Continue reading

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first language (NPM2017 # 7)

one dreams in first language it is the language of prayer first language is where your soul lives where home is when it’s raining fire it’s where we land after falling through the ground we grow from the cathedral that … Continue reading

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xodus: the requiem #1 ballad of struggle seed

struggle seed plays through the narrative like pain oozing from piano keyz underwater bluz the weight of destiny born eyes open privileged to see I never close my eyes ancestors talk to me even if I wanted sleep its test … Continue reading

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out of body (NPM2017 # 5)

my body my black girl body has never been mine stands in need of reclamation is a site of oppression a battlefield to be conquered bartered criminalized minimized trivialized made a chariture masking your desire to consume the very vessel … Continue reading

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black and white (NPM2017 # 4)

imagine me as i am fiercely beautiful a black and white negative growing in the shade of contempt like a desert rose fragrant in the funk of it unbowed refusing to be broken being everything else and then some more … Continue reading

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discomfort (NPM2017 # 3)

i tried to paint the picture they shuddered i needed them to see they averted their eyes i needed them to hear they put their hands over their ears they say they want to understand but they can’t stay in … Continue reading

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in the beginning (NPM2017 # 1)

in the beginning before the day wakes up i am whole dreaming the world as it should be i fly in my dreams i can see in dreams the dead whisper in dreams i listen they have let go of … Continue reading

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black alice’s bluz (NPM2017 # 2)

fractured praying on the one one day maybe one not enough now not enough yesterday or the day before i am black alice running twice as fast to stand right in the same place today as yesterday and the day … Continue reading

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30 in 30 National Poetry Month 2017

In honor of National Poetry month and my first language; I will offer a poem a day for April 2017. I feel things that can only find air in a poem and in these times I find myself too busy … Continue reading

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