This Day Acts Like…
This Day Acts Like… full poem attached.
Learning to Eat Your Dead–USA
PUBLISHED in 2018 by Tupelo Quarterly–https://www.tupeloquarterly.com/learning-to-eat-the-dead-usa-by-maria-abegunde/ for Diamond Reynolds When they invite you to dinner, say yes. Arrive early, choose the chair closest to the door. Pay attention to who sits where. Pay attention to who drinks what. When they lay your lover’s body face down, Do not vomit when your host saws off his
Testimony: 1968
Written 2020
Motto
In the dark times Will there be singing? There will be singing. Of the dark times.
Salvage
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WITH LOVE, FROM THE END OF THE WORLD
It has become something of a truism among my community of queer people of color that the end of the world is nigh. A wave of right-wing and openly fascist governments have been elected to power across the world. Wealth and power are increasingly concentrated in the hands of brazenly corrupt few. Climate change and
Gettysburg Mourning (excerpts)
Critical Inquiry, Fall 2018
Shot, Stabbed, Choked, Strangled, Broken: a ritual for November 20th
1 It could have been me. I was young. I took risks. True, I was white. I hitched rides with guys One at least was a killer It could have been me. It could have been me. He came to my door He showed me a badge He pulled out a knife He raped me.
To a Brown boy
That brown girl’s swagger gives a twitch To beauty like a Queen, Lad, never damn your body’s itch When loveliness is seen. For there is ample room for bliss In pride in clean brown limbs, And lips know better how to kiss Than how to raise white hymns. And when your body’s death gives birth
Mother to Son
Well, son, I’ll tell you: Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair. It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up, And places with no carpet on the floor — Bare. But all the time I’se been a-climbin’ on, And reachin’ landin’s, And turnin’ corners, And sometimes goin’ in the dark Where