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A Black Person Dialogue.
"Hi, I was just looking out my window and I couldn't help but to notice a Yorkshire Terrier in the street outside my house. I believe that the same dog was chased by the local kids back here. Is he your dog?"
"Yea, he my dog."
"Oh, great. I'm glad he's safe, then. He was just so small and skiddish, I didn't want him to get hurt. You know how the people speed down here."
"Why you talkin' like dat?"
"Like what?"
"Like that."
"It's English."
"I know what the hell it is. Why you speakin' it like that?"
"I'm a native speaker."
"Don't tell me what the fuck I already know. You sound white."
"I didn't realize that colors have sounds."
"I mean like white people, lil' gurl."
"So are you trying to say that my voice sounds akin to a white woman's usual dialect?"
"Stop gettin' smart with me, bitch."
"So now I'm an increasingly intelligent female dog? I feel as if I should see that as a compliment."
"..."
"Have a great day, ma'am."
Weights
I started lifting weights the other day,
because apparently it’s a good way
to deal with your problems.
But I realized rather quickly,
on like, the second or third repetition
of the first set- my arms were wobbly,
sweaty and shaking and bulbous veins,
that I had no idea what I was doing.
I’m in here, trying to work things out
just like everyone else, and yet
I’m embarrassed and hope no one noticed
my 75 pound bar that I wrestle with.
I see bigger, stronger women and men here,
their bars over their heads, screaming, panting, straining,
as they slam them down on the ground
feeling so accomplished, so relieved.
But I’m screaming too!
Screaming because everything burns
because I’m so weak and everyone is watching.
because I’m pushing so hard but the bar isn’t even moving!
A Pest Named Human
I woke up when I heard someone speaking.
"It was her who stole my berries. I remember her gold watch," said the voice.
I got up from my bed and looked for the source of the voice. I laughed so hard when I discovered that the cactus on my bedside table glared at me.
"Hey, good morning Miss C. And yes, I plead guilty. I stole your berries. By the way, are you not going to introduce me to your new friend?" I glanced on the flying centipede above me.
"Nice to meet you, Human. I am here to arrest you. Again."
This will be my second time in jail. Last time, I was charged with murder when I burned the house of the King Ant. I stayed in jail for seventy minutes and I was allowed to go home after lunch when I ate the Lettuce Officer.
"It is my pleasure, Officer. You know how I enjoy staying in jail."
After thirty-five seconds, we arrived in jail and I was excited to hug my friend, Roach, a very smelly cockroach.
"Long time no see, my friend. I heard you stole some berries from Miss C?"
"Yes, Roach. It was worth it. Look at my earrings, aren't they pretty?"
"You're right Human. But I prefer if the berries have worms in it."
"I agree, Roach. Come on, I have an idea! Let's escape this prison. Fly us to Worm Town, Roach."
When I finished eating the Burger Officer, Roach and I escaped the prison. We went to Worm Town Carnival and disguised ourselves by drinking mud. I was so happy to be avocado-colored when I ride the Parasite Ferris wheel. I soaked my dress with vinegar and rolled onto the sand as I devoured the sunlight. And flop! I accidentally killed Roach.
Two seconds later, a crawling eagle police officer shot me with his sword. It went through my stomach and killed me in an instant.
"Murderer and thief. We are very relieved that you are finally rested, Human. You were a pest to our community."
Mother’s Love
You noticed the times I yelled at you to eat your veggies.
You noticed the time I didn't allow you to go out with your friends.
And you noticed the time I was mad at you for not obeying me.
But little one..
You didn't notice me checking up on you at night to see if you're safe.
You didn't notice the pain in my eyes when I saw you ill.
And you most definitely didn't notice how it broke me to not have a conversation with you..
It's because I love you that I have to keep checking you. I just want you to be the best my little one.
Inches
inches
inched up like a spider
crawled up the skin
trickled up the spine
shivered the quiet
awoken the blinds
loud screams
a flicker of a lamp
a strangers footprint meshed into the carpet
a heated demon breathed into the air
became thick
her hands reached to her neck and he whisper
hollowed and empty
the way he breathed
into her ear
as he curled his words
around her name
made it sound like silk and wine
the walls got smaller
the pushed closer
she suffocated
in the need
to go 12 inches
deep in her soul
she begged for mercy
she shuttered
at the crack
of the door
she wavered
at the light
walking
in through
the
crack
of
the
door
she
had
locked
she
was
only
inches
away
from ..........
12 inches deep in desire
The Cave
In a dream,
I wandered
to a maw of stone where my
light danced the rocks and my
feet carried deep into the
lonely dark.
Tunnels twisted in the
granite and I walked them
as a pilgrim
lost until I found the
centre of the veins and arteries
in a chamber where water
dripped from wet walls and
cried in the gravel.
A creature lay
shrivelled in the dark, its
form twisted and
bestial and it stared
into the light with eyes dead
and as white as the achromic
bones that shone through its
translucent skin.
A heart
thumped
in a bloodless chest.
A brain
throbbed
in a nerveless head.
The creature shook in the
cold and let out
a pained moan.
I asked of it:
‘will it always ache?’
It did not
hear.
It did not
speak.
It turned its sightless eyes from the light
and raised itself on wasted limbs to limp
deeper into that
lonely dark.
confession,
there is a campfire
lit by my brother
and put out by his death
like a shoe pressed down
on an ant
nibbling on a brownie
at a picnic.
i am going to die. this is a truth.
Someday
the round tubes coming out of my body
will vanish
and my veins will speak
a language I have known
since I was a 12-year-old
standing in a waiting room
with a white lab coat
delivering blue news
to a family of glaciers,
slowly melting.
the floor tiles were gray
like the world when you spin really fast
the colors and shapes
mold together
get confused
give up
and become lungs
after smoke or drugs or disease decides to rot them
and oxygen no longer finds a home in them
like I no longer found a home in my body
when my brother snorted up my powdered love
and pieces of my innocence beat away
like the wings of geese flying south for a winter
so snowy and crisp that my warmth
got buried alive
and my emotions grew so quiet
that now I must scamper through
the shallow waters of my mind
with a headlamp
and burnt toast knees
to see if feelings are still there
somewhere
anywhere
are there flowers?
i want a stick instead.
let me poke through my sweater and into my skin,
tuck tightly into a box with beautiful ribbons
and tease you.
open it up again,
I dare you.
fold a flood, neatly,
stuff it into a drawer,
and see how long it takes until you’re
swimming
floating
drowning
dying.
(just like me)