I imagine

I imagine assuming the softness of my poetics is the easier route / when every stanza damn near bleeds me out / I die every day in preparation / n rise again with no celebration / Spirit pushes my pen in isolation / towards our collective liberation / I write now for seven generations —

this is more than a sultry yoga video a janky dj set n a flimsy lil zine this not a modeling campaign a trick or a treat this Not no retired onlyfanning n (re)branded in-Jesus’- name escorting this not anything close to human n drug trafficking this not a shuck or a jive for the academy this not a skeleton buried or an elephant in a room this not a pr run a media training session a mood board or a meet n greet this is not a public library

n this is not a sorry

that I actually Change things

offstage offscreen

yea I write the scenes (I am Not behind them)

this is the cemetery this is an incubator its a laboratory this not supposed to Be friendly or leisurely this is not performance artistry its not pretty or pleasing for your fragility this is Living flesh this is Death this is soil n bone Spirit n blood this not for your (white) feelings your desire to Be down or your tiny peepee male delusions

I am Not your martyr or your mom

I am a Mother of 1

get Free(r) or get tf gone