Talk what ya know bruh.

Talk what ya know bruh.

Talk what ya know bruh.

Talk what ya know.

A gaggle of shiny oiled 

Thighs parade onto 

The field.

Dirty red, Black, 

High yellow, & Brown Lil’ Baby.

My baby dances like no one is watching.

Throws her head back,

and puts her hands up in front of her.

Kicks her legs up,

stomps her feet,

and lets go of

all her inhibitions.

I individualize the individual lies,

That paralyzes our paradise.

The disguise before our eyes,

That befalls from the skies,

Is what the unwise don’t visualize.

Black is depth

Black is elegance

Black is strength

Black is beauty 

My ghetto butter flies into the

prolonged escape into the unholy dimension,

A rift in a pocket of time,

its fabric eschewed my the complexities of vividry

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I dig into the ripe flesh of my palm

with my fingernails, and will myself to hold together

this bursting body of mine.

There is beauty in the half-moons left on my skin.

you are

saturn

at opposition

and I am

Don’t put my name with a hashtag

Don’t share the crime on your pages

I don’t need ridicule masked in outrage

that only lasts a couple weeks.

rest easy

dirty

ghetto

kid

Welcome to South Bend, Indiana, our airport screams

A state that works and a presidential campaign

that didn't

pour me out—liquid

gold, unshaped

and raw—

I recognize the beast

He smiles the most

When bleeding