He Had Visitors

Why do you want me to be Unhappy Why do you want me to be Enslaved I feel your thumbs round the insides of my cheeks And tap the tip of the tongue Your spit cascades into my nostrils And wells up in my gums I will not swallow, I cannot speak Beneath me, my […]

For My People

Pushed back to the edge of the page with your white skin, green stacks America’s Raid the toxins seduce our contempt muddle our rage   Some aren’t so lucky, they get pushed off or they treat us like projects in their vials confine us to ghettos, a hole in one as they swing and miss […]