i've always enjoyed sitting on a rooftop balancing on the pointed pitch i could hide in plain site i remember placing the ladder so scampering up the shingles my feet grounding and grinding reverse vertigo, fear of flying pebbled imprints on my hands reaching out to the blackberries dangling delightfully; glistening gleefully refracting heavens light; bringing joy i've always enjoyed sitting on a rooftop imagining my bloodied body cooling calmly three stories beneath me a broken neck bent like a crane's a shattered skull; deleted hard drive eyelids no longer shuttering no longer longing i know better than that that fall couldn't possibly kill me i've always enjoyed standing on a rooftop
there's a new nigger in town so you all stand back you black folk need not worry you ain't the only ones being attacked after your motherland was compromised your labor was used to colonize the native american genocide the yellow man used to compartmentalize the western frontier with railroad ties but then the white man started to realize there are other niggers to monetize and black gold started to color their eyes now it's my mother's land they demonize oh white brother can't you hear our cries or would you rather us just ask would you like that with fries? but go ahead and spread those lies about how virtuous it is to gentrify all of us into a suburban sprawled malled soup homogenized then you ask me why i have rage inside as if you played no role in my suicide you told me i had an ugly guise over and over with every sunset and sunrise now each day i wake-up to my surprise finding that i have internalized your white-hooded regicide all your democratic wealth is based on liberticide dance sand-nigger dance i remember you'd chide let me tell you something mound white tonka i wont compromise i'm going to take what was taken from me cuz pride's my prize there's a new nigger in town oh white boy when will you look back and see that you have chained me to your Procrustean Rack
Hello everyone. Just checking in with the blogosphere and giving an update on the happenings with bss. I’m getting much better but still unable to draw or write much. I’m back to work which is good but there is a long way to go. In the mean time I’m going to work on two new poems with the working titles New Nigger and Anonymous. They are hard hitting and will challenge the way we look at society. I hope you are all doing well and I’m glad that my flare for poetry is coming back.