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Dec 2015 · 5.4k
Falling Up
CJ Suitt Dec 2015
On the night
I learn about Demitri Allison I smoke and I cry
And I drink

And I try

And I talk

And I laugh

Like I ain’t me

I look in the mirror

And I look in the mirror

And I see

And I look

Again

I reflect

And I respect

This shell that leaves me without helmet

Exposed

To the elements

Prison

Statistics

Poor

Health

And I wanna go home

Let my family know I am not

A brown boy falling from

3000 miles up
My response to hearing about the death of Demitri Allison a Black college football player who jumped off a dorm room at UNC Chapel Hill.
Mar 2015 · 538
Person(being of sound)
CJ Suitt Mar 2015
I am reaching
A point
Where it is not enough for them to lovethis body
What it can do
what it looks like when its doing it
So
Very
Over it all
A whirlwind of wanting
Floods my face
From her Atlantic eyes
Part C with sight
Rising high water blues
Blind Lemon Jefferson Sonnet
I am
Drowning
In the Sound
Mar 2015 · 488
The Class(Room)
CJ Suitt Mar 2015
Poetry is conversational
we are all born
with the ability to learn
make sound
For a people
with
a language given
we make it
our own
create new versions
innovate
and that ingenuity
is nothing to be ashamed of
I am not
in the business of creating
bourgeois black kids
I am only
interested in young brown bodies
being able to
articulate and tell their stories
That is All.
A poem that came to me after being told a student should change her language to proper English. (-_-   )
Mar 2015 · 2.2k
Black Stone
CJ Suitt Mar 2015
So you see
there is no
place for us
We must
create it
Being born outside
of the context
It does us no good to pretend
there is some safe space
That if we protect
this body
our mind may not be
corrupted
I will not be a black stone
hard and holding all of the worlds bad energy
I am not broken
The rules are
We are

— The End —