“Not About” Ferguson.

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"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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“Not About” Fire.

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"Not About" Fire.

Because again.
because you keep painting us sharp claws and prowling hind legs
because you not there when we together with signs
you not there
but “riot” falls very gracefully from your throat. It comes

from the center of your gut when you say that, 
don’t it?

they burn they burn they burn they steal and rip and break.

you tellin yourself stories so that they keep you warm when you sleeping

tell me
if the fire harvested in your larynx ever burns your house down.

Because again.
because you keep painting us
because you not there when
but “riot.”

Butriotbutburnstealripbreak


(2014)

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