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crystal-worrell
crystal-worrell
I dance / I write / I sing / I dream / I live
Black Matter is a potent drug an induced state of existence omit the lives and the possessive of matter and meaning what you find is a body black in phenotype detrimental maybe even dangerous to the self or a world in which porcelain dominates every form of the masses easily influenced. THE BLACK BODY IS DOOMED TO DISINTEGRATE. Death automatically consumes its soul because it was destined out of the womb. When I die, the consciousness I carry I will to black people, when I die I pray that God takes our souls to his kingdom- reviving us of our natural death, on the deadliest land an exact clone of hell in its purest form. Will we find heaven? Or will we find ourselves burning too? The black body must know hell before heaven, has known peril before redemption, has known... Blood: lift and drop; a sudden breeze. Bone: the other was looking at — Bone: cradled to catch drips Has known policing of the body and has always known “forgiveness”. Beware Beware But do not be weary “Let us see the bodies,” they say.
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Jan 4, 2017
Jan 4, 2017 at 8:28 PM UTC
Untitled 100: A pastiche ( Amiri Baraka, Samiya Bashir,Duriel E. Harris)
And when you're feeling less than beautiful, I'll be the mirror reflecting back the constellations in your veins. You were born of the cosmos, darling. Don't let a little stardust in your eyes blind you from the truth. -Shakti o.m.
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Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 3:52 PM UTC
Stardust
Abortions will not let you forget. You remember the children you got that you did not get, The damp small pulps with a little or with no hair, The singers and workers that never handled the air. You will never neglect or beat Them, or silence or buy with a sweet. You will never wind up the sucking-thumb Or scuttle off ghosts that come. You will never leave them, controlling your luscious sigh, Return for a snack of them, with gobbling mother-eye. Abortions will not Let you remember the child Or scuttle off ghosts that come.
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Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 3:46 PM UTC
The Mother... A Haiku For Gwendolyn Brooks
She is magic and melanin ***** and calloused hands She'll nurture a nation beyond compare Before your eyes she'll transform minds You will marvel at her beauty You will hate her for her intellect But she'll love everyone before herself Even him with his melanin and magic That he may be blind too.
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May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 4:58 PM UTC
Untitled
Take back the night And fold your screams Into the creases of your lungs Rid yourself of the darkness Blackness There is no radiance in your flesh Overly pigmented An abundance of melanin Brown and Black flesh Prohibited Strip your surface And become colorless Bleach until you bleed Porcelain white, light They want you to become ghostly Figurines that clone their actions Speak with their diction Adapt their vernacular Black Ebonics is the devil Is the darkness Like the black and brown pigment Light and Lighter are Holy So strip they say Trade your tongue for theirs Assimilate For purity To live A life where your skin has value Where they will not shed your blood For proper living Where they will not lynch your bones In the backyards of the white hoods With white masks and holes for eyes In the streets where the blue suits slay For fear They do not see you Because you've become colorless For purity To live To speak with their diction Strip they say Take back the night Into the creases of your lungs Where they will never lynch your bones In the backyard Where you rid yourself of darkness Because in your blackness There is radiance in your flesh
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Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 10:18 PM UTC
Confessions of Black
Black man run bare feet, Like hot coals jumpin' beneath his soles You can take his body, but not his soul. I am a black girl, whose body is void of soul, They stampede-crushed it beneath their feet. I have marked death under their soles. ***** and ridden black, black soles ***** and ridden black, black souls, Death lingers in the path, led by your feet Unknown to the soul, without soles, without feet
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Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 2:07 PM UTC
Black Body