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This Black Mass of Hair is Revolution

This Black Mass of Hair is Revolution The soldiers are coming to Recovering from that Negro-ism Recovering from stolen truths Recovering from fire chemicals Scorching roots of the motherland

This black mass of hair is revolution Soldier hold...

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This One Bowl (A Zuihitsu)

This One Bowl (A Zuihitsu) This is the beginning of sadness (B.Collins) This one bowl Home to small bites Saltless stews And purees of the oldest kind

It is the new black For the silver streaked Shriveled and parched Like summer hot dogs Left out...

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Abuelita’s Kitchen

Abuelita's Kitchen Smells like the mixing of sugar, honey, milk. Like Abuelita’s kitchen. She wasn’t the greatest of cooks, But I loved watching. Her soft, fleshy hands, Red polished fingernails, preparing meals. Humming melodies, accompanied by a...
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Cleanse

Cleanse I will remove just slept in sheets, I will wash them, I will dust, sweep, mop, burn sage, Remove your leftover energy. I will bathe with intention, wash away the traces of your caresses from my skin. Remembering the rare moments when we were...
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HISTORY

HISTORY She is a living record of what can’t be found in history books. Not even the most skilled artist can capture the layers of life that she wears on her face like armor. Each crease, sculpted by the love for her children. No nip and tuck to...
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ROOTS

ROOTS I carry history in my hair. Generations of thick tangled tresses colored with shame at the roots. Stripped, dyed, burned, fried trying unsuccessfully to alter its DNA. Since birth, my hair has danced violently to a beat of its own. Tautly...
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TO THE BEAT OF THE DRUM

TO THE BEAT OF THE DRUM I was born to the beat of the drum in the wilds of Nigeria to Yoruba swaying hips where my lineage began. Warrior woman like Anacaona or Yuisa Taino cacique descendent of Queens though many would have me believe otherwise. As...
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Newerican

Newerican

American

Américan

Am-é-rican

Nuyorican

Newerican

Brooklyn bard...

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La Lucha

La Lucha

They don't know what to call women like us

Women with coffee bean eyes

noses thick like sugarcane

welded from predecessors y patria,...

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HINDSIGHT

HINDSIGHT 1. When you are older. Some nights, on instinct, your chest will tug itself away from the bed. It will not matter that you now live in a neighborhood where bullets typically do not vacation. You will still hear them. You will still feel...

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