Lupus?! A wha dat?!

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Category: poetry

Dem seh war fair een?

Mad?

Mad!

Mad.

Sad?

Sad!

Sad.

Bad?

Bad!

Bad.

Wuss?

Wusserer.

Suffer,

sufferer.

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Hold Tight

Stephen A ran outta material?
Don’t you got a first take on Syria?

South Sudanese got recipes for river flowers fam!

Don’t they got poor white countries to care about?

What’s Europe’s answer to the opioid epidemic?

The French, due to a war of attrition, know how to turn zoos into Costcos.

Is that why they buggin out?

Cuz when two or three are gathered

There He is also?

How they call us minorities

But move like they’re surrounded? 

Red Pea Soup

Thought it was gonna spill on my way to work
White lady 

Kinda reminiscent of Judge Judy

In how she moved through her earth

Saw me in her classroom

Spreading hope and happiness

Told me to “get out!”

I sunk.

Better to leave than disrespect the ancestors

Can’t wait for her to find out

Jesus looks like Colin Kaepernick 

Warm

We were so happy onceSmiling

Never knew but still felt the temporality of it all

Fragile

Looking at old pictures trying to recapture it

Kinda like the sorrow I feel when I use heating pads in my glove

I snap em and instantly feel regret

The liquid becomes a hot solid

Burning my blue fingers 

The harder I squeeze the better I feel

But the sooner I know the heat will end 

Would that I never squeezed you too tight

Would that I never allowed fear to freeze me

I need you and I pray that you need us too

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Love churches, leave churches, ain’t perfect.
Need nurses. Don’t want hurses. No more curses.

Flaring up. Who care enough to tear it up?

Socialism and vocalism. Let’s share, enough!

You selfish. Don’t even know what wealth is!

Not til you don’t have it. U know what health is?!

Step kids feeling like they orphans.

Parentbuyerremorse daydreaming of abortions.

It’s sickening! I look to sky. Who listening?!

Same robe as Job (thunder rolls) I’m envisioning

Tickling leviathans commanding the shore to bend.

Fake smiles abound it seems they all pretend.

I don’t want it no more I’m looking forward to the end.

Peaceful. Gentle. Only question is when.

Trumpets and then I’ll be out of sight

Or surrounded by my love ones too tired to fight.

Is it right to have excess and claim you are blessed

When excess got you stressed home life is a mess?

Internal bleeding needing me to sit back.

With no kick back the end approaching I’m yelling get back.

This ain’t a sitcom my body is Vietnam.

Hard to stay calm when your body won’t stay warm.

The glory is at the end of the story.

So even through the trial, 

I know that God is for me. 

Flared Up

PrednisoneAzathioprine 

If you take that medicine

How you gon get thin?
Aye
Flared up 

Now I’m flared up
Blue fingers

Red hands
So much fatigue

Can’t stand

Arthritic in my joints

I’d tell you how I’m feeling

But what’s the point 
Kidneys

They talking bout my kidneys
Stressed out

Thinking what my kids need
Overdraft

Can’t hit that overdraft

I think that I budgeted

Forgot to do the math so now I’m
Flared up

Now I’m flared up

Sorry, Doc.

Wanted to apologize for last night.
You came in to do your job
And my elder only saw your youth.
“You’re a doctor?!” she exclaimed,
“I thought you were a nurse!”
Subsequent conversation was unpleasant.

I was not offended but understood
Your grasps for authority.
My elder could not see
How her question accused you.
Fulfilling for a moment your fears
Of being an impostor.

And I’ve felt it.

Like no matter what I do,
Take me to Oslo,
And my aunt will always see me as six.
Take me to Richmond,
I’ll give you a speech
And they’ll still ask if I am from Africa.

Eventually.

The horror of being lowered.
You being a nurse is like me being a janitor or some thing.
But I’ve learned so much from custodians.
Lunch ladies and the least of these.
These people, my people
Respectable carrying receptacles.
Walked so we could run away.

Mi nuh know

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Youse a stupid dog.

Wha yuh a look fah een?

Deh deh a look pon window…wha yuh tink?

Parousia nah start today, papa.

Yuh nuh see seh we nuh ready?

Bwoy mi tell yuh!

I think Jesus show up right ya now we’d kill him again.

In all a him glory (tell the story!)

We so fool fool, we see him and tink seh

Di big man fit di description.

Bwoy mi nuh know!

Yuh tink dem woulda stop and frisk mi King?

Have a picnic, put a fiyah pon a cross or wha?

Baptize wid di firehose.

Last supper wid skittles.

Iced tea a fi wi blood type.

Mi like him, me’d a show up as a dawg.

No mongrel to wi ting.

Haffi purebred.

Collie.

Retriever.

Deh yah a wait pon mi Shepherd still.

unravelinG

Loathe this place.

Always showing up for dinner, forever on the menu.

Unspoken speeches turned tourniquet,

The Educator must entertain.

 

You cesspool of spiritual violence

A blasphemy incarnate.

You promise me an audience for oratory

Yet have no interest in others’ story.

 

I cactus here.

Remember.

Love sustain I.

Tryna (Try nuh?)

This bout to mess me up.

I can already tell.

I’m bout to get unraveled

and dismantled

and thinking

bout how i too am a mess.

i feel ashamed.

anytime i think about it.

my role in this whole mess,

i know i’m guilty.

i feel responsible

but where i’m spose to go from there?

like i’m tryna be loving,

but at the same time…nah i’m tryna be loving.

that’s got to be the end all be all, free all.

i’m tryna live out here and not keep my foot on anybody’s neck.

i’m thinking bout justice again.

how it really pulls the loose ends out of our t-shirts.

not really seeing how to modify, all i’m seeing is the shirt unraveled.

might try to keep wearing it tho.

the neck doesn’t feel as crisp as it used to.

the sleeves a little looser.

but justice keeps tugging.

now my t-shirt is a v-neck. things getting exposed now, scarfs ain’t helping.

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