Flesh, and cars, tar, dug holes beneath stone
a rude hierarchy of money, band saws cross out
music, feeling. Even speech, corrodes.
I came here
from where I sat boiling in my veins, cold fear
at the death of men, the death of learning, in
cold fear, at my own. Romantic vests of same death
blank at the corner, blank when they raise their fingers
Criss the hearts, in dark flesh staggered so marvelous
are their lies. So complete, their mastery, of these
stupid niggers. Loud spics kill each other, and will not
make the simple trip to Tiffany’s. Will not smash their stainless
heads, against the simpler effrontery of so callous a code as gain.
You are no brothers, dirty woogies, dying under dried rinds, in massa’s
droopy tuxedos. Cab Calloways of the soul, at the soul’s juncture, a
music, they think will save them from our eyes. (In back of the terminal
where the circus will not go. At the backs of crowds, stooped and vulgar
breathing hate syllables, unintelligible rapes of all that linger in
our new world. Killed in white fedora hats, they stand so mute at what
whiter slaves did to my father. They muster silence. They pray at the"
steps of abstract prisons, to be kings, when all is silence, when all
is stone. When even the stupid fruit of their loins is gold, or something
else they cannot eat.
Welcomeherein lies a brownskin beatnik. i consider myself a queer black womyn at the crossroads between the beat generation, the harlem renaissance, and motown classics. womanism, islam, sub-free living, and tibetan Buddhism are huge factors in my life. they inform how i understand and shape my own world. i am into methods of alternative medicine and healing. thus my life is always filled with tea, yoga, chakras, homesteading methods, indigenous/POC traditions of veganism, herbalism, and other ways to say "fuck you" to conventional medicine when i can do it safely and sustainably. i tend to align myself with fat/plus size/voluptuous bodies, fat QTPOC bodies in particular. i am always looking for people who understand what it means to eat and to fuck and to cuddle and jiggle our fat as we please knowing those acts are radical and a daily struggle to do so. i consider myself to be a trill top, trill femme top to be specific. i am always looking for ways to describe my kinky self that doesn't draw on white understandings of queer BDSM/kink culture that don't always speak to my soul or understandings of myself. you can be my friend if your human, animal, liquid, spirit, ghost, or a gaseous star!
this blog by navigatethestream is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.