“Is that a Weave?” / “Duron is a Ghetto Name…” Dealing With Racialized Microagressions

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Microagressions + Racial Imagery:

21 Racial Microaggressions You Hear On A Daily Basis – Buzzfeed

An Examination of the African American Experience of Everyday Discrimination and Symptoms of Psychological Distress (PDF)

Ethnic Notions (documentary)

On Interpersonal Relations + Dealing with Anger / Stress

Salzberg, Sharon and Robert Thurman. Love Your Enemies: How to Break the Anger Habit and Be a Whole Lot Happier

Also good reads:

Ruiz, Don Miguel. The Four Agreements: A Practical Guide to Personal Freedom

Ruiz Jr., Don Miguel. Living a Life of Awareness: Daily Meditations on the Toltec Path

 

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“Not About” Ferguson.

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*The below contains profanity

"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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Falling for Frames (Again.)

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Okay, so glasses for me are like shoes or handbags to someone else. I can’t help trying on these Warby Parker glasses. They make glasses fun. They make the wearer seem adventurous, creative, and exciting… Don’t they?  (You don’t have to answer that.) Anyway, below are some fun frames I tried on via WP’s Home Try-On:

What looks good? Let me know!

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“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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