Aware of Blackness, Constricted by Words
Musings / Poetry

Aware of Blackness, Constricted by Words

I am in a season where I am aware of blackness Brown skinned flesh unpacking in glaring white institution Bound By thoughts By words By thinking of words to the degree that I am constricted Tongue tied, hands restricted by overwhelming streams of consciousness I’d *almost* rather be sleeping because dreams block out death block carnage block bullshit, … Continue reading