Target Audience

Killing don’t need no reason. This is ghetto. Reason is for rich people. We have madness.
— Marlon James, A Brief History of Seven Killings

Talk what ya know bruh.

Talk what ya know bruh.

Talk what ya know bruh.

Talk what ya know.

You aint talkin’ to these 

Young bucks

about where they aim 

their guns.

We are not having dialogue

about these things.

You have never offered an

Alternative,

You’ve oversold a narrative,

And now we sitting here

Holding hands,

and plucking at violin strings.

Talk what ya know bruh.

Talk what ya know.

We not talking about 

how people are having conversations 

they ain’t invited to.

How the illustrations of 

their character makes for Prime

Time television.

Makes for better music selections.

Especially when he finally pulled up to light,

Daaaaaaaaamn Man.

Recognized buddy who killed his cousin

in the intersection,

Come oooooooon Man.

Rolled the window down and emptied 5 rounds.

The music was so loud,

eyewitness say they 

Only heard 3. 

Nooooooooooooo Man.

Pigeons took flight 

off power lines.

Carrying his soul up 

To the skyline.

Two days later,

The Uncle of the deceased

ends both their lives,

at a jackboy light.

sooooooooooooooooo,

Talk what you know bruh.

Talk what you know bruh.

Talk what you know.

Gone head with them platitudes.

Go Follow the paper trail.

You'll see how those hollow tips,

landed in the apartments.

Compliments of  Miami Dade County Police department.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh Maaaaaannnnn.

You can’t tell who the feds are,

When they are masked as community servants,

handing you a deal only the devil 

can offer.

That Desert Eagle to replace the need for talking.

An AK for your family’s survival.

When death is always a street light away

Don't it look like a benediction.

Don't it seem romantic.

There’s more brothers out there,

that got away with killing other brothers,

than there are brothers,

who were able to dodge a misdemeanor.

Soooooooooooooooooooo,

Talk what you know bruh.

TALK WHAT YOU KNOW BRUH.

TALK WHAT YOU KNOW BRUH.

TALK WHAT YOU KNOW.

And then go,

and talk,

to them.

 

About Arsimmer

I am a poet/Spoken Word artist who has been practicing for over a decade. I’ve worked diligently on my craft and style and would like to accomplish having my work published in community driven initiatives.

My work is centered around my experiences growing up as a girl child in Miami, Florida. My city, like any other,  has a unique culture that is so potent it influences how people approach life, violence, race relations, love, and ambitions. The Dialect, locations, & histories of my world are the tools I’ve found to help me streamline the stories I tell in my work. Music is the base of my being and song writers were the first poets I was introduced to. My music gumbo ranges from Angel Bat Dawid, to Cat Stevens, to Da Baby. But my drug of choice is funk & 70’s soul R&B. I incorporate the glide, meter, & cadences, of the music in my poetry. It makes the work feel like a story that has existed long before it reached me. I make it a point to speak in my voice, and I as I would if I were speaking to a comrade in my home. I do this so that the youth that I educate, and the community I serve, understand the authenticity in their voices and the beauty of their own stories. 

I am currently working on a collection of poems paired with visuals, which will illustrate my own story of undergoing a divorce, becoming a single parent, and becoming a survivor of mental and sexual abuse, all amidst the Covid-19 pandemic, the continuous murders of black bodies, and the traumatizing unsettling shift in our nations political & social climate. 

I have recently been commissioned to submit a piece to the Kitchen Table Literary Arts Center. The Center’s new exhibition will feature original pieces which are to be created via the exchange of works by visual artists with writers. The work of the writer will serve as a muse to the work of the painter, sculptor, photographer, etc. and vice versa. My poem “In Us”, which is my personal account of dealing with depression and generational trauma, was published in Venice Magazine’s Summer 2020 issue, both online and physical (https://venicemagftl.com/in-us/). 

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