Less
A dirty word, Albino
Missing skeletal teeth
and grafts of color.
a five year old twisting
grip from a honey hand.
Spotted arms and legs
Cut and sprinkled in glass
For witch and craft
Secret pursuits
of light
Skin and here
are terrors, celebration of
a German- Swedish-Dutch face.
Blood in these lines,
Berbers.
Nairobi’s new trade item,
White skin.
Worksheet
oil on cloth
[HERE]
No hat in this here
church. The ghost ‘git me here
Frankincense, work clothes,
the parable of Lazarus
praise in a body
Our father.
[OUR]
What is it
this our?
Should it be hour?
For one hour we sit in the back of this
Baptist church they pray
They - our father.
[THEY]
I’ve been missing
church, gospel shows, and Grant’s Tomb
I hear that they are there.
White people is alright
not in my neighborhood.
[MY]
If my money goes
towards a little shine
I should not, will not feel
Guilt. What I have is MY
There are words – salvation,
shout, litany. Rounded shoulder
rainbows. My shoulders do not
round.
Stretching marks
Thirteen hand etchings wonder of a son
fist and knife before school
Ankh under arm flesh
pyramid eyes
trim
visual assaults
elevated locs
snatch
light absences
lock this article in white
knee to collar
refuse me
[Aganyu]
Do not understand blue cup.
Azul connects to the mug much quicker
Yesterday a percussionist pounded
Cuban hip hop - calling black identity
french music
[Eshu]
I forget that daily words of allegory
become exoticism here.
When my father intones Yemaya
I tell him race is acceptable
[Oshun]
my skin fades as I hide
from the chill
Your mother can’t swim
[Oya]
I do not have the trade answer
the spicket falls from the ceiling
mask in air
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