I think, dream aloud, reflect, comprehend, and conceptualize through poetry and the spoken word, my chosen medium. For me, poetry is deeply political and has never existed apart from thinking. Sometimes it gives language to what I understand but cannot yet explain, sometimes a poem arrives before I know what I am trying to say, and other times, it lets me remain with contradiction, memory, feeling, or a question without requiring that I resolve it too quickly.
The work gathered here spans different moments in my life and scholarship. Some pieces were written years before I had the theoretical language I carry now. I have chosen to keep them because I do not believe everything we know arrives first as theory, or that everything worth knowing must eventually become an argument.
These are poems, spoken words, fragments, and other creative works through which I have been thinking, becoming, and making sense of the worlds within and around me.
i.
my heart is stronger than my body
but my body is always on display
ii.
it works for me because
memory can be debilitating
iii.
i've always been a disrupter
even while paralyzed
and i think that's worth discussing.
i had a dream that everything burned but the house
the wicked material wouldn’t succumb to the flames
steel ceilings hung over my head
precious metals held the weight under my feet
inside, the only thing burning was me
it’s lonely in the flame so,
if you can’t take the heat get out of your head
quick
before your hair catches fire
your crown
your glory
wrapped in haze and the pungent smoke
my lungs refused to let air in
my breath refused to push poison out
inflammation is a tricky beast
the swelling won’t go down
my forehead is filled with lumps
knots levitating from yeast
Like a buttery pretzel in the oven with no salt because I have high blood pressure
but against my Black skin the welts aren’t visible
especially when you look in the dark with your eyes open
turn the lights on
close your eyes
sparks from the gas line created a buzz
the flames created a boom
everything had blew up in my face.
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