Black Brooklyn, Baby Baby – Sample Poems
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Sample Poem 1
I had written this somewhere, on a napkin I think
“I am the underground”, I say, as I am rubble,
as I forget to mention that I detonate into existence
to a whistle of bats, the rev of my mutation, I upgrade,
Pick myself up every day, meet my barrier,
pick and choose a colony on the globe,
Rubble Girl Digs For Rubble Father Within Sperm Bank Siblings
how I catch your eye, I didn’t want to be alone
and yet!— I despise that I found so many like myself –
it was not my intention to erase individuality
or share my individuality with half-blood flesh and dust,
like that’s the sorted Slytherin in me,
Disinherit me, or distinguish me from the sunny afternoon
of amateur dark-humour scripts and graffiti,
Forget to mention me, now.
I extend beyond sperm clones and passports.
Sample Poem 2
You are not my lover.
I am not the world.
When I sleep, I’m an enormity,
and will survive without your little feet
or even years
and when you appear
these pores will no longer recognize you
Listen to me,
You are not my lover.
I am not the sea.
Sample Poem 3
Drop rhythm on cement & canvas I was lucky
never ran from the cops, even w/ reasonI melted,
my makeup the same colors as graffiti tag & stolen bicycles,
drag queen camouflage from blowout to boot
Some of these friends follow me around to burrows
they’ve never been to with bars that probably shouldn’t exist
but who doesn’t love a C grade window & glitter in the cocktails?
who doesn’t prefer being lonely with strangers over sucking
bottles dry at home?
There’s only about six people who find me interesting
I don’t know any of them,
Most of the time I’m too tired read text messages
or expiration dates on the cans in my kitchen cabinet,
My fingers make art through sobriety and hangovers, my fingers
smear ink and shove the words to where the story should be,
black & red, loosen me, I’m gold – creating aesthetic
and proportions in the shape of a handmade body image,
The bassline drops through the headphones I was lucky
to feel something, even once, striking me heavy in the heart.