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To be black
Is to constantly run
Maybe that's why they stereotype
Saying we are fast
Speaking of fast
That's what they say when a black girl has a nice ass
Because being black and being a woman
Means that it's our fault
And we deserve it
To be black
Is to constantly fight back
With the hope we won't be attacked
Funny how we are the aggressors
But when we look at history
They kill us for being
For existing
For having the audacity to exist
To breathe the same air they do
Which is why they probably put their knees on our necks
As they take away our breath
Saying we cause them stress
While they suffocate our heads with the hatred they spread
To be black
Is to be punished
For our own deaths
Where we are murdered
And they are praised
For a life they took away
All in the name
Of wanting to keep the world safe
From people who wanted peace
And were met with a gunshot
If we dared to speak
To break the silence
That they've spent years trying to instill into our internal systems
Until there's nothing left
But to accept
That to be black
Is to forever be quiet
She said she could never imagine me being married.
This stung.
We laughed.
I am the comic--
not the romantic.
Pain is pettier
felt without witness;
better yet, with punchlines.
Those who weep and wail are...
Genuine?
Authentic?
Deserving of more
labors of love?
We mustn't blame ourselves
for this.
We are pathetic souls,
and I am
fine with it.
After all, my spouse is already my sense of humor.
All the folks in the district
Know that they should walks restrict
Or guards shall restrict their walks:
Make them suspend lengthened talks
Or with lengthened talk send down
To the valley of the town…
All the folks in the district
Like human lungs that constrict,
Because bronchitis is strict
And tormenting hour picked…
In an-too-strict district
No lips just funnily licked
No face with a funny streak
Or prison for a full week;
Legal redress to not seek
As lawyers have their harsh beak!
So, how like you such, free man!
Three months I’d live there and ran.
looking at a stone
I smile appreciating
earning title stoned.
The deal with trucks (should you not own a truck)
that lollipop horsepowered cylinders -
is really how remarkably well they suck
the rubber tread where the interstate scissors
its cousin, Dixie, born Mississippi,
born as a man and staunch straight-ticket-down
yee-haw! Republican, a down-low-bi-
sexual, wearing Grand Wizard wedding gowns
in pappy’s cabin built on rolling logs,
who each day climbs the thick-cylinder pole
that proudly displays confederate cogs
to the eighteenth turn called a glory hole
where all the king’s horses and all the kings men
absolve all the crackers their cracker-crumbed sin.
12/23/2018
If your ego is capacious
Or your appetite voracious
For a plucky, pertinacious
Confidence in cherished creeds,
Then your genius, though sagacious,
Conjures arguments audacious
Never seeing they’re fallacious:
Truth be told, you’re in the weeds.
Your disease: a contumacious
Predilection for tenacious
Relics of the late Cretaceous
Buried deep within your soul.
Now the clash of clues vexatious
Shows your self-made strait hellacious;
Still your will proves efficacious
To maintain your status quo.
In the face of facts veracious
When your mood is disputatious
You remain unfazed, pugnacious,
With your slowly dying breed.
Your rebuttals wax loquacious
To escape the perspicacious
But they seem a mite mendacious
To the few who pay them heed.
Though my grousing is ungracious
And my rhyming ostentatious
I won’t stoop to be salacious
For the horror’s grim and cold:
While your heart still soars flirtatious,
Charmed by pterosaurs predacious,
Laxness leaves your brain crustaceous,
Drying, hardening in its mold.
My friends call me gay,
not ha ha funny
My enemies call me *****,
they say I dress
like an androdyous honey
My mama with tough love,
tells me:
I’m living a sinful lifestyle
My daddy growls and disavows:
says I’m his biological son,
but not his spiritual child
Nothing is ha ha funny
about this situation at all
Mixed emotions got me
on a Bunson burn
Beaker of roiling XY chromsomes
and testosterone hormones
Homosexual agony
is tormenting me
Desires I feel for another man;
attraction so strong, so womanly
God said those feelings ain’t natural,
and shouldn’t be inside of me tempting
Not one safe place to breathe
in this heterosexual society
I got man-sized hands
and a feminine weighted heart
But, do you wanna know
the real funny part
I’ll give you a good
Pagliacci laughing head start
My partner likes to dress up
as a man
Likes to wear custom fabric pants
Drapes himself in the dark cloak
of a masculine life
But says he can only be himself
when he’s around me,
and away from his wife
Ha ha ... funny story, don’t you think —
I think not!
Cynicism with a Capital Sin.
Nothing breaking in the news today just reruns of another school shooting and gay/gun rights.
Black lives matter but Death knows no prejudice.
Gun control? I thought it was people who killed people.
Murder has become some sort of fad every one wants a pair.
And as always I am out of style.
I never thought I'd see the day when the world would fiend for hope like it was dope. "Hey Man, you know where I can score some positivity?"
I was even incarcerated for not committing a crime.
Kindness: If found guilty. 1 year plus fines and court cost.
Helpfulness: 25 to life.
Humanity: Punishable by death.
This man killed a classroom full of kids. Where's police brutality when you need it?
It's funny how advanced we are in our primitivity.
Yes you can buy a scope with the crucifixion of Christ as your cross hairs.
One day tragedy will be so common that happiness will make the headlines.
It's so subtle that you'll never notice the world is spinning backwards.
T olerance to prejudice is not my style,
A bility to care for others is a deep pile,
P hysical fitness a little thread-bare - I neglect,
E ducated and outspoken are not a defect,
S teadfast husband makes a softer side,
T hreads of family love, my greatest pride.
R ug or art, bright colours fill your eyes -
Y outhful appearance for all to despise.
Written August 5, 2012