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Category Archives: spokenword
Roll Call
…you with us or you not
speak now or mumble on
& that’s what we’ll put in the song…
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Dead Poets
Advertisements some say all great poets are dead they lie for true poets never die never they say all great poets are dead I say they lie for poets live in the words are the breath of Godz are the … Continue reading
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Bleaching Cream Blues
Advertisements early in the morning before the world puts on its face she stands in front of the mirror pinching this poking that pulling on the other she turns slowly counting the ways in which she is not enough … Continue reading
Visible
Advertisements its not the hoodies or the skittles BART rides not the wallet he pulled out or the comb the cell phone not the toy gun or the raised empty hands perhaps its the kiss of melanin the brown black … Continue reading
Cotton’s Memory
Advertisements cotton has a memory dreams that never went away a land of cotton with a memory held close like lovers mementos whispered quietly in board rooms that smell of linen & avarice living quiet lives at the dinner parties … Continue reading
Phenomenology
Advertisements it is not your imagination its reality invisible unspoken really real for black & brown bodies housed in bruised lives it is an immutable truth bearing down ruthlessly on a harsh reality measured by any standard its not an … Continue reading
The Storm
Advertisements In the storm no eyes blind head back mouth open to the rain wash the sorrow & rage into my soul no one hears my cries nobody is coming for to rescue me no eyes in this storm brewing … Continue reading
Baggage
Advertisements there are things i know things that came with me things older than me older than my mother and her mother things from the wind things from the ocean things sung by the dirt i remember the roll on … Continue reading
Nambie
Advertisements you know nothing of my life neither the contours or its jagged torn edges not its superfluity nor me in my sublimity the salient sweet funk radiating out of my unborn thought dressed in melanin the saving grace of the … Continue reading
God as a Wild Woman with Stars in Her Hair
Advertisements god as a wild woman with stars in her hair they told me god was a wild woman with stars in her hair i have seen such women sun glowing in their eyes wind pouring from calloused finger tips still … Continue reading
