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By Her Own Hand
Once faced with my own reflection
Like narcissus I was enthralled
hands around my own throat.
One of my few autobiographical poems.
April 26, 2013
The trance continued in which / the saying was exchanging positions, / over and over, with the said. / It was a summons, a shock into / a long and…
The dream is still, / but the child is falling and slowly dying of sea cancer. // The Black man is wearing a red suit, his orange hat is laughing…
According to the Gremlins // Hanging off my earlobes / I cannot get it posted today / According to the Mother / It is proclaimed that I am…
It’s true // there are many / who live in a world / where every month is movember / they slip back and forth / between dimensions / on a…
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On My 41st Birthday
I am tired / Of / A body / That don't give a shit / Literally / If I got things to do. / And this brain that / Sometimes / Sometimes…
I want to know you / The way / I know the secrets / Inside my own mouth. / I want to know you / The way / I know the ache / In my chest / …
How Black can you be? / The question was serious / Posed from the superior position / Of normalcy / But who cares? / Right? / Skin color…
I want to say / Officially / I won't be / Assimilating / To the degree / Recommended / To survive. / I regret / To inform / …
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