day 123 (august 17, 2017)

…yesterday one of ours
almost died at the hands
of an ex lover
the day before another
lost his little sister
shot in the head
by some random driver
last week
a brother was sentenced
to years more
– peeing dirty for a probation officer
who probably
lives a couple of streets over
today
i march because i must
but i have to tellya
its not neonazis and altrights
that my dragging feet need to fight
i protest the regulars
the everyday racebaiters
the sunday morning do-gooders
the ones who say
we not like them – they the others
and now as my feet shuffle slower
i start to connect with all the anger
and i too begin to holler
that enough is enough –
things have gone too far!
racism will be fought
with shows of strength
that will bring down the nazi president!
deep down i start to wonder
how much i have become
like them
the ones i selfrighteously
seek to win over
how i too
am desperate for an easy answer
and need
to believe that
nazis are totally visible
and always that side of the moral border

and yet….

 

day 123 (august 17, 2017)

day 121 (July 22, 2017)

….so how the hell
can i be intersectional
when
the rest of that set
has no room for
any of my element
might as well spell
out that this whackass
venn theory
is the newest way
to pacify me
might as well tell
your mathematical corollary
that your original theorems
are still cocked with intent
that tolerant tangents
to homophobic equations
have replaced
equality with equivalence
committment with ambivalence
and loudass raging
with strangulatedsilence
so fuck the newmath
of closeting everything
that aint in the overlapping
fuck the newstandardizing
that consigns allofmine
to the universal
outside set lines
fuck your hypothesizing
that there is a region
outside the common
infact
fuck more not less
fuck with more not with less
and fuck the set
with queerass sex

and yet….

day 121 (July 22, 2017)

day 120 (july 21, 2017)

…gotta ask
why
this farce
suddenly
registers as government
with foot up its arse
why when
welfare and queens and crack and babies
were strung together
in sentences
presaging new lynchings
we
golf clapped
presidents into new terms
even
making them black
sothat
when they turned their backs
we thought they were
pausing for thirdwayinsights
into turning us all white
gotta ask
why
besties of that family
now sleeping in the
same whitehouse bed
makes us forget
how they always broke
bread
together
and for eachother
throwing away the crumbs
to foodstamped scavenging
and then arresting
all who dared to
open their mouths wide
so i
gotta ask why
you keep saying
this president
is without
precedence

and yet…

day 120 (july 21, 2017)

day 118 (July 1, 2017)

…can i deny
its in my
name
if i exoticize
my historical lies
if i
namastecize and
aryan migrationize
to rationalize that size
always matters
and democracy
for the majority
is exactly
what
the name was
always all about
can I now march
i wonder
wading through those
pools
of blood
because they now
show up red
under my kolhapuri
nikes
always used to think
that wet
was just honest
sweat
when i divested myself
of that vestment
at the door
to keep the house
clean
can i
now say i
am not that type of hindu
scream now
that
i may not be queer
but i am an ally
a lie to make sure
i will always align
but
never be congruent
because thats whats
always in a name
whatever i may say
is
not in it 

and yet …

day 118 (July 1, 2017)

day 117 (June 20, 2017)

…opportunity
in the land of the free
pickupagun
and
become a citizen
kill
black and brown and foreign
and then
explain
violent intent
through the logic
of national sacrament
take those 10 commandments
and drone-i-fuck yourself
through bodycamera lens
till 10 becomes 10thousands
and
thousands are just 1
solitary mantra
overandoverandoveruntil
its the last breath strangled
from
lungs as you run
pickupagun
pickupagun
pickupagun

and yet….

day 117 (June 20, 2017)