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sometime after bein’ found

ah woulda screamed if the seas wasn’t so deep

if mah throat was held  

if ah mahself had thought to treat ah better.

 

an’ da many white hands shoulda signaled somethin’

shoulda told me what darkness dere was 

 

but often we don’t see things as clearly as we should till they have passed.

we don’t declare danger until the hydra has been summoned and all an all emcompassing fear has taken hold. 

 

ah wanna be close to somethin

under sheets

in blue and yellows

royal purples too

an dat desire has led me ta dungeons

 

an here ah lie

raped

dry

cold and scared

- rescued by witches but still lost in sickness. 

 

in daylight

i throw up

the infintie sorrow that has led me here

the pills, vapor, saddness, anger, neglect, an’ so on

an’ watch it dissappear into itself- swirling down.

an’ ah speak promises of no return- cast spells bigger than mah ability an’ hold to the hope dat one day seekin’ open beds won’t be tramatic. 

an’ hold to the hope dat ah can more comfortable navigate the sea

move past bad magic an’ be on mah own dreamt up shore. 

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good movement.

wat feels nice

an’ mighty easy

is wat is felt in skin kissed on by sun.

an’ words held from palm to tongue.

what moves meta two-steppin’

is low hums,

and kind words.

 

ah been

someone-

unloved an’ dat moves mah insides ta a place of sorrow

an’ mean spirit.

 

ah been stuck in a rage an’ mud-

strugglin ta move.

but ah couldn’t under de pressure

of the thousand hurt.

 

an’ ah had ta sit,

think though thoughts

an’ sit

an’ find wat de next movement meant

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more bart poems

In taking pieces of mah life- 
in de very attemptin of suicide
dere is something
A lesson to be had:
time makes warlocks stronger lovers
it turns us up to be seen
examined in light
an’ made new
an’ ah glad
that even ah can possess that magic.

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ceremonies that we has

 

i was very conscious in mah choice to spend the night with with you

cause i coulda been in mah own bed- where monsters only come out if i want them too an’ flowers is paths to places i kept locked in mah mind an’ i can roll around in mah own sheets cause they’re mine and i like owning them that way. 

but yes, i was very conscious in that choice.

cause its a delicate thing to lay with someone an’ hear them breath- listen to their being caught between worlds of different makings an’ observe the movements their chest makes, an’ wonder about where they are- if your lips are there with them, or if they’re happy constructing universes 

i did that, i made mah choice. an’ i is glad that that night was us

cause it was a new moon- an’ i had water out for intention, an’ mah room wasn’t as clean as i like it to be on the beginning of a new cycle, an’ mah heart still needs to process but i is glad for us. cause we started this new cycle digging up dirt, an’ planting seeds, an’ drinking whiskey an’ playin cards. mhmm. we did. 

 

 

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White Privilege and Private Property: hateful hoes are trying to privatize succulents

White folks are forever trying to call the police. Girl I’m just liberating this succulant from your Berkeley hell. Over it. She just mad the summer coming and she ain’t got any melenin. this hateful hoe talking about how she bout to call the police to come check this out- what the hell we need to check out?! A brother getting a succulent?!
 
good day hefer, especially since i spent about 5 minutes trying to tell her that her homegirl (the white womyn accross the street who planted these shits) told me i could stop and take one whenever because they’re community plants.  
 
thats why i took the damn plant and rode off shouting “STOP trying to privatize plants!”
 
she got some nerve! See, thats the whiteness: she doesn’t even know what it means to have the police called on you as a Black person- she doesn’t know they could roll up shoot me and keep it moving- they could roll up arrest me and keep moving- they could roll up and beat me and keep moving.
 
Why?
 
Because this is a racist ass fascist ass state that gives privilege to fucks like her, who have the luxury of days off from work and quaint houses in Berkeley. Raids, arrests, terrorism, police murders etc… are not a reality for her so of course she will just call the police for no damn reason without even trying to communicate properly with me. Part of her privilege is that blindness, the other part is the entitlement and the socialization that tells her she’s in charge of the universe and can come out of a house to order me to stop my bliss when im not even in her yard. 
 
i have no time for the whiteness. 

 

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fotos.

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these fotos warm mah he(ART) and spirit. they is a set of images from a collaboration between mahself- moon (she who takes the fotos and made the jewelry featured in it.) and a new friend tasha (who loves to beat a face.) they is pretty fierce to me and their work deserves some showing. ah am happy to be able to help showcase it. if you’d lak to get in contact with these two for anythang (make up: help/ advise/ work, handmade jewelry, or some professional images taken) you can reach them here:

fotos by:
(http://fotosrevolutioninmotion.tumblr.com/)

accessories by “lunar hustle”
( http://www.etsy.com/shop/LunarHustle )

make up by:

http://www.facebook.com/makeupbytasha10?fref=ts

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April 8, 2013 · 6:24 am

“we have all hu…

“we have all hurt someone tremendously, whether by intent or accident. we have all loved someone tremendously, whether by intent or accident. it is an intrinsic human trait, and a deep responsibility, i think, to be an organ and a blade. but, learning to forgive ourselves and others because we have not chosen wisely is what makes us most human. we make horrible mistakes. it’s how we learn. we breathe love. it’s how we learn. and it is inevitable.”

n. waheed

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April 7, 2013 · 6:08 pm

confessions and guarantees

i can confess to movings made in lust 

and weakness.

i can say that i 

have been apart of the sea of silhouettes in longing

and that i’ve been one, under the moon, with loneliness in my eyes.

him is someone distant

someone who may not come through at all

show up at all…

what has been given to me is myself 

and so, with moon water made, im finding pieces left throughout boulevards

and i ain’t as well put together as i used to be

and thats colored in some small kind of sadness

but i can barely notice in moonlight cause it colors different.

im finding pieces left throughout boulevards 

that is new.

 

 

 

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Poems for life’s sake: “February” by Augustinho Neto

ah believe that art is meant to compliment the spirit- to nourish it and to fuel it- make it new and ready to withstand the challenges brought on in Babylon. Our oppression is layered and intense- it can feel like something mighty overwhelming. ah often feel overwhelmed- lost and torn into thousands of pieces. in art- words, sounds and images i feel direction and comfort. expression speaks a soul language and has been a powerful tool in the movements of oppressed people because it taps into our cores- our very spirits. and when the body feels tired, it is the spirit that gives that push. our ideology, passion and communities will bring us survival and victory in this life. ah believe that and our art must reflect that otherwise it is rather pointless to me. here is an inspirational and revolutionary poem written in the midst of the Angolan Revolution. the Angolan struggle for independence began in 1961 on Feb 2nd and this work pays honor to that. Neto would later serve as president of the new Angola.

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FEBRUARY – AGOSTINHO NETO

It was then the Atlantic

in the course of time

gave back the carcasses of men

swathed in white flowers of foam

and in the victims’ boundless hate,

brought on waves of death’s congealed blood

And the beaches were smothered by crows and

jackals with a bestial hunger for the battered flesh

on the sands

of the land, scorched by the terror of centuries

enslaved and chained,

of the land called green

which children even now call green for hope.

It was then that the bodies in the sea

swelled up with shame and salt

in the course of time

in blood-stained waters

of desire and weakness.

It was then that in our eyes, fired

now with blood, now with life, now with death

we buried our dead victoriously,

and on the graves made recognition

of the reason men were sacrificed

for love,

for peace,

even while facing death, in the course of time,

in blood-stained waters

And within us

the green land of San Tome

will be also the island of love.

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3 Reasons Why Im Not About These Equal Signs.

. . . this is not meant to be written from a place of anger or judgement- just love. i want to love, to understand and to be able to move through life in a way that is most pleasing and healthy for me. And i believe that we should all be able to do that. this is why i critique. because i want to understand how all the movings around us inform our lives and whether they push us towards self determination.

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marriage is not love. 

 

love has a vast meaning. it applies to many different kinds and formations. for example: i love nature, i love my mother, i love my partner(s), i love my best friends, i love days off, i love my cats.  the weight, that all these hold in my heart, may be different but, in general, there are feelings of warmth, comfort, compassion, joy, and light found in these relations. 

 

marriage is a social contract- it is a legal arrangement that sometimes springs from a place of love. Under capitalism, under our current social order, marriage is propaganda. it is billed as being the final manifestation of romantic relations. marriage holds over 100 extra rights given to those in that legal bond. marriage is seen as “moral”. marriage does not apply to all romantic couplings- people in polyamorous relationships cannot be married, same sex couples in most states cannot be married. thus, marriage, through the state, is not a manifestation of love. it’s another tool of the state to divide and police. During the developing stages of capitalism, in Europe, “marriage” was a means of accumulating wealth amongst the upper classes. Families of high status would only marry into one another in order to secure/ increase their wealth. In the past, many attacks on the morality of womyn in general, and poor womyn of color specifically, involved the word “unwed”. This was used in conjunction with other attacks to invalidate the voices of womyn who sought help from the society or who critiqued the neglect of the state.

 

it then makes perfect sense to me that marriage, under the state, is not a manifestation of love but instead another capitalist divide- another class. 

 

 

marriage ain’t gonna save us.

 

If you are a queer who’s main issue is marriage then you are privileged and actually in the minority. Esp when we are still poor, not given any of the vital resources needed to survive, homeless, victims of racism, sick, criminalized (trans folk are being banned from restrooms in some states while in others there are serious legislative pushes to quarantine HIV positive folk), etc. . . this is real. Seeking straight privilege that gives approval because of the zeros on your check, skin color, possession of a penis, etc . . means than it doesn’t get better for those of us who don’t identify or who aren’t apart of those groups. Normalizing this privilege will only result in the cementing of a gay bourgeoisie and i really don’t have time for imperialism with a rainbow flag. Gaining access to marriage licenses will place an end to/ or even begin to place an end to the destruction this society is bringing to us. It will benefit those who have the privilege of accessing it. Ask yourself, “if these rights are so vital, then why are we having to beg for them? Why are they not afforded to every being possible? Are there folk not deserving of these rights?”

 

What this argument for “equality” sounds like to me is assimilation. That means that there is a belief that morphing ourselves to reflect the larger society will put an end to the trauma we face in that society.  If history has taught us anything, it’s that assimilation is a failed strategy. Black folk, and other marginalized peoples, won many rights at the end of what is known as the “Civil Rights Movement”. 40 years later, however, we see segregation, the incarceration of bodies of color, de-funding of social services (which support many poor folk and folk of color), police brutality, etc. . . at an all time high. In fact, many of the rights won during the Civil Rights Movement are almost gone. The modern “Gay Rights Movement” spends a lot of time invoking the Civil Rights Struggle. Gay folk would do well to note the complete play out of that movement and question whether or not it is something worth the time. 

 

The sad truth under capitalism is that there is a need for a class system. There cannot be privilege if there isn’t suffering and this is a system of privilege. That privilege is defined and given to certain individuals (the faces of which may change slowly and periodically but ultimately the structure remains.) Grabbing that privilege means being seen as one of the people who is worth state in society and part of that includes being seen as “moral”. Gays, historically have not been seen as “moral”. Recently, as some gay folk have begun to become successful capitalists (or businesspeople) and as parts of gay cultures have been successfully commodified, we have seen a larger acceptance of gay folk. However, it isn’t all gays. Images coming from the Gay Rights Movement rarely include womyn,  disabled gays, homeless gays, poor gays, gays of color, trans-folk etc. . . and this is because assimilation means that only those closest to being what is “acceptable” or “presentable” can be included. All others are left behind. Thats because the argument about the value of everyone’s life and love but instead, it’s really a plea, the the straights in power, to be seen as “just like you”.

 

Take San Francisco, the “Gay Homeland” for example. The city is seen as a safe space for gays- as a place where we are welcomed and no where else have I, as a queer Black male, ever felt more out of place. In the Castro District, the residents (who have a decent amount of coins- enough to be considered a worthwhile audience during elections) voted against the building of a youth center. Most of them citing the fact that homeless youth being that close to their homes would bring down the property value. Also in the Castro, the only times I have ever seen images of folk who look like me have been on porn ads, HIV prevention work, and drug addiction support ads. Lesbians and Trans folk are rare. (period, in person and in image). What I do see and hear in the Castro is the affirmation of Gay white men- both in image and in presence. The HRC, which is situated in the Castro District, claims that one of the benefits that marriage will bring to gay couples is that it will allow those couples, in which one doesn’t have citizenship standing, to stay united. However, the HRC never mobilizes to counter the I.C.E. raids in the mission district, which is just blocks away. Where is the care for “illegal immigrants”? If we can take SF as a model of what gay assimilation looks like then i think the horrors are very evident. 

 

 

Marriage ain’t moral and i ain’t decent. 

 

Often times “marriage” is seen as something “moral”. Something that is pure and right. And so, the thoughts around marriage include: “it being the right thing to do”, it having a “sanctity” that we need to protect. 

 

First off, if marriage was moral then it wouldn’t be exclusive and given by the state. “Morality” is a concept- meaning that it is inherently subjective means only as much as the person using it believes. 

 

This is the same state that: 

 

- founded itself on the corpses of native folk

- that became what it is using the blood and labor of enslaved Africans 

- that involuntarily sterilized womyn of color 

- that continues to invade country after country in search of natural resources that will bring profit 

- that, to this day, is the only nation on this planet to use a weapon of mass destruction

- that spends more money annually on incarcerating Black and Brown bodies than it spends educating this. 

- made gay sex illegal

- legally protects companies that create food so destructive and unnatural that they erode soil, pollute air, and contribute to in development of cancer.

-arrests Black womyn for lying about which county she lives in so that her child can go to a safe school while it does nothing to White men who shoot defenseless Black boys who are tied up and laying face down.

- that uses Islamphobia and zenophobia as launching points for a war on an entire region of the world.    

 

This state is most definitely not defining what the word “moral” means. And if giving these acts my support, through patriotism, means that i am a “decent” member of the society then i’m good. I ain’t never liked how being a “moral” or “decent” person sounded no ways. 

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