“Not About” Swaying.

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"Not About" Swaying.

My tears stupid?
reckless?
The swaying of her body,
back and forth,
to the rhythm of his fall
his peril
unverified?
My hurt undignified?
How trepidatiously she held righteousness's hand that day.

You don't
get to have a say bout what feels real
My heart's valves are the only things you can't quantify and extrapolate
data from
Because you wanna look at vandalism accessorized by
a
state-sanctioned nihilism
use that as an excuse to vilify waking
and
moving people

My tears stupid?
Not that.
Not again.
You don't get to do that
again
To use
My vulnerability as an excuse to commit murder.
My openness in this field of blood
no.

We believe despite what history has shown us.
We pray in spite of being strong-armed into
tailor-made pipelines
That just not good enough for you?
You want more?

reckless.
The way in which you demand starched ironed shirts from us
The way in which you demand that we fold our arms and legs into ourselves
as we walk.

How you talk
some of us into believing
that we somehow biologically unsuited for love.
because you kick us outta class.

'cause we loud (restless)
'cause our clothes (expression)
'cause we shoot (escape)
'cause we shoot (escape)
'cause anything but capable of 
                               contradiction

we an
unfinished drawing
we an 
          abandoned prototype

we try too
hard.
some of us try
too hard 
        to shape our bodies into custom-fitted buoys and large-breasted caterers
and still some of us,
not wearing those starched shirts,
are
forced into
those pipelines, 
so painstakingly created by those that would have us be a whisper
                                                                 of a scent 
on this Western skin

'Cause we lawless.
'Cause we sideshow.
'Cause we express our boredom too ostentatiously in that room, tightened by all those damn desks

Can't breathe with all those desks.

Instead of throwing a lifeline out
to those young men that be choking on the hot air
in that room

You tell us, with the conviction
and angst
of a swelling, 
Southern mob

that the rhythm of our swaying bodies
is not held up
by 
any applicable data.

(2014)

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“Not About” Wandering.

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"Not About" Wandering.

It is okay to want out of trapped.
It is okay to force your broad shoulders out of a natural western peg.
It is okay to bear the burden of could be.

It is okay for the stars in your grandfather's name to show in your iris.
It is okay to wander.
I know they say we can't wander
We
tell ourselves that we can't wander but we are made of dream 
and bold,
opening

Why can't we wander?

They follow us everywhere.

We spelled "wander" with ship fragments and stolen 
ocean a millennia ago
Breath built with
the ringing
of church bells so many years ago

And we talking bout what?
Wandering?

Tell you somethin.
Only the anointed wander.
Others try and fail.
Yet
Those boys are still trying
to squeeze their shoulders into those natural western pegs.
Still trying to beg you with their teeth.
With their eyes.
Look at those damn shoulders, would you?
They ain't made to fit.
They supposed to support
a forward-moving head
a taut torso
thighs and legs

roaming.

(2014)

Note: Ralph Ellison talks about “natural western men” in his novel Invisible Man.

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