Even now, even here, even under blow and gun we resist. Still he resisted when they stopped him without cause. Still, he resisted when they snatched him from his dog.…
“a setting adorned with the souls of children and babes disguised as men with unheld hands, course over brass buttons,
stinking of cigarettes and reefer -“
o calmly wild;
there’s pure ecstasy in the way You see (through) me
the way You rip me apart in the name of edification
how do You find purity in my despair?
and I heard the lamentations of a million hearts
regretting life and crying for the grave,
and I saw the Negro lying in the swamp with his face
and the northern cities with his manhood maligned and felt
Dark and fat with star and misery she could not swallow me into anonymity, hips swinging blacker than her Cosmos, smile brighter than Moons mighty, known and named Ancestors wrought…
Can’t wait to see you all tonight in DC, for the final DC reading of my book Godless Circumcisions: A Recollecting & Re-membering of Blackness, Queerness & Flows of Survivance at the Potter’s House from 7-9pm. Info inserted after the jump.