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I Have a Broken Mirror

I have a broken mirror in my room. It is a full length body mirror, about 4 feet high, with thin plastic framing standing in the corner. This mirror had a history as a hand-me-down before coming to me, and to that history I imposed upon it my literal reflection every day as I woke up to get ready for school. The mirror in its previous unshattered state saw me crying at my most vulnerable and laughing with my most esteemed. It saw moments of intimacy, despair, fruition, exhaustion, loneliness and joy. I came to identify strongly with this mirror and the reflection I thought I saw projecting back at me. One night, as I drunkenly stammered back into my room, I heard a loud crash follow my footsteps and my blood trailing closely behind. As I picked up the mirror in a daze, I find in front of me, standing in the dark, a complex and beautiful array of shards standing upright in a cheap plastic frame. I tell nobody about the incident and continue to dress and undress in front of this shattered reflection of myself daily. My friends, like most who see this reflection of me, note […]
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A Society’s Guide to Gaslighting

Prove A world was stolen Ancestors Documents Or one scrap of belonging Or one connection to diaspora Or Breathe Prove That history is not written by the creators But victors greedy to remind Worthiness In this expanding universe Is based on how well you Prove It can’t fall apart When white guilt is white shame Is White voices Taking from Hungry mouths Desperate to Prove You are a Potential candidate Prove You are Willing to “give back” To the system that murdered and oppressed No Conveniently forgets No Systematically possessed The sold and obsessed to Prove It happened The way we say it happened Because we saw it with our own eyes But Prove You deserve to know why Prove The history you know Isn’t tinged in blood Of those who used it to To write To Prove Your capital Prove Your ancestors Prove Oh wait, would you like human rights with that? Great, that’ll be… Prove They toiled their wisdom They broke their backs They were Black Fuck Prove They were there Prove Forget I said that Prove They didn’t exist Prove We stole a world from you Prove You are worthy Prove Home exists Prove I forget mama […]
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Them & US

We live in two different realities They are able to say what they think. To make mind into matter. To count livestock as they pass their field of vision. They possess the power to transform free pasture to industrialized slaughterhouses And deny a world beyond its walls. Left felt to be obligated in labor. To meld order from chaos. To restore. To heal. I return complexity to the world. I am the one that bathes in thought Beyond physical matter That has orgasmed with abstraction and dances in the void. Fear me as your children have or be consumed by your reality.
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White Rooms

Displace my body from this room. Slight crevices at its corners suffocate White leaking edges. Like a small, life raft in the middle of the ocean, my body and its many iterations slowly modify themselves to shield generations of obsessed desires. I try to fill the holes that the puss keeps leaking out of an in, slowly more corpses rise and they do take on the shape necessary to seal the room in their contorted and misshapen state. Desperate to save this space from its impending fate of suffocation and implosion. In a gasp for air I whisper to one of them: Dear ancestor, what has become of you? My mind shifts in chaos to imagine yet another room: one with walls so distant and void from infinite desire. Distilled self pursuit enveloped with imagination and hope. In here there is only one mind, one soul, one body that is me and only me. For in here, void of misconceived loneliness, I am free to pursue the ultimate act of masturbation. I cradle myself in a fetal position and I imagine one truth. The sweet embrace of mother’s womb. I float in an expansive dark space that my imagination’s eye […]
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If My Mother Birthed Your Fantasies

If My Mother Birthed Your Fantasies She would weep. Wail out the tears of generations to be destroyed by your stubbornness. Your absolute stupid thing, you know, that thing you do that really pisses me off. God damnit that thing!
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