"Not About" Ferguson. #HandsUp #DontShoot #IfTheyGunnedMeDown All the fire and haze in a ball of a fist #HandsUp #DontShoot I can feel the whisper on my neck Yo talk yo stench yo legacy of unloving careening down towards me in one inch of a millisecond #HandsUp #DontShoot You don't know my face, my life #HandsUp #DontShoot Memories and aspiration run into one another with intention, creating an identifiable froth bubbling round the edges of our lives But our rivers don't run together. You don't know my face. All you know are vile fables, delivered, with startling proficiency, to the orifices in yo eardrums You know that I have wings and a tail. To ask me, condescendingly, to calmly remove all manifestations of disavowal, subjugation, don't give a fuck and ram that shit all back into my psyche The nerve of you. To be so insolently disrespectful To allow that virulently indolent talk, frozen in the form of a colorblind lozenge, to form at the tip of your tongue and fly, ever so gracefully to the roof of your mouth, straight out into the atmosphere, where the Creator and its children can hear you, is committing a psychic crime. Don't come to me with words like "unity" "one" or my favorite two word chant, "not about" Let me tell you bout "Not about." "Not about" mean Forget Forget Forget Mis-remember. But I drink green juice and get good sleep so I can't "not about." We can't afford "Not about." We die "Not about." But our rivers don't run together. You don't know my face. All you know are vile fables, delivered, with startling proficiency, to the orifices in yo eardrums "Not about," when I think about it, makes me laugh. It is a deep roar emanating from the viscera of my spirit. It is a din-clearing, raucous, cutting howl that strangles all throats within reach. "Not about." Haha Haha Haha. "Not about," when I really get down to the bones of it, makes me cry. "Not about." I'm not about no double-talk no con job I'm not about how you equate biological aberrations with me and the suns I've birthed Cuz you gotta think that if you think this "Not about." So I'm not gonna hold yo hand all the time "Not about." I wanna love all of us deep into sunset But on days like these, when you tell me "one love" "peace" "unity" and "Not about" It becomes bout you blind and I see. You strut and my whole life is condensed into furtive movements "Not about," when I really get down to the bones of it, makes me cry. I can't "not about." We can't afford "Not about." We die "Not about." (2014)
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