Poem: Listen

As I continue to process the evil that it’s determined to burn through my people, i wrote a poetic fuck off to White supremacy. 


I want to tell you something.

Life is sharp and explosive

It bites and spits

just as swiftly as it saves

Your heart will drown

and rust

Under the weight of

wonder and joy

You will remain

I want you to know

that you didn’t arrive

of your own volition

my people’s footprints  

grace your chest

and save you from

the cave in which

you were conceived.

I need you to consider

you weren’t the first

that my love stings

because it’s true

and a request for concession

is no different than

a burning cross.


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