My family doesn’t make photo albums anymore. Just dirty carpets, prayers and missing posters in every unsaved number. Just recipes of triumph in scar tissue, diabetes medicine splayed out next to a tower of peppermint candies. Like god is praying on the weakest of us with an alzheimered memory/ forgotten remorse/ what does not kill us makes us stronger, so thinning blood and darwin’s theory must be distant cousins.
Speaking of distance. I have not seen some people since the news coverage turned kardashian. Hurricane Katrina and my family are the same in that some government condoned a violence, and no one’s heard from them since. Tangent: believe all of this to be true. Last I heard, the boy that taught me to pop fireworks in the fragile of my palms, was living in a football stadium. Maybe? Maybe someone told me otherwise once .Maybe i’m choosing what to question mark. Maybe i’ll ask what happened to him when my grandmother wakes up.
I am a water baby. Salt water and some ligaments in the shape of bloat fish for stomach, minnow for rare organs, octopus tendrils for appendages i might scab and grow back. I know
What it means to swim in packs and try not to die. Survivor of two oceans trying to kill me. One atlantic /One I call a body . The killing joke
My kin is my kin, is your kin, heard that’s her kin too.
Fictiv in blood, but we can see it everywhere.
So when I found out Janis Joplin once said, “being black for a while, will make [you] a better white.”
It’s just so easy to be Black these days ya know’
Rachel and Danielle paved the way for them. Like it’s in their DNA now:
Fake Bantu notted Oakland tongue double helixes. weaves into over priced top ramen diet.
If you are what you eat, then to consume a body means you too are NWA, section 80, hurricane katrinas red line, the subject of Old Kanye’s “George Bush doesn’t give a fuck about black ppl speech”
In front of me,
Some silhouette watches the slave trade happen
And somewhere, a white girl says she can’t be racist, says she’s only 17 , but 1/8th Ida. B.
Says – she loves the NFL and streetball and if she could she would let pornhub’s entire BBC category start a daycare in her stomach
Tell her I think she has my great grandmother’s mouth in her teeth
My country loved me blue
My country took my dust soaked skeleton and put me in a thrift shop my probable children can’t afford.
My country loved me once and never texted me back.