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“you soon will be a goddamn man Now start learning what life is about now son” “get smacked ‘cause you’re blue Black Throwback to welts and twist naps ’n[]gg[],’ you Ain’t allowed to say that Light-skinned with choice To format “dark-skinned But, yeah, momma passed Crossed the Ward Swept faberge glass “born in that white hospital But they transferred her and I In the moment when crowned My Black ass” Called my grandfather For connections Megabytes per second cousin I Dialed tone When I breathed in And felt my own baggage rushing I Hung up and slumped over that chair Staring at that gradient Between forearm and the thigh meat The pale yellow dimmed radiance As if Time was the only gulf between us Continuity and through-line sequence Medley, bevy of poly-genes Silk-printed just to rerun Mitochondria, yeah, fitted and colloquial Some preshrunk embodiment And all the credentials for a tailor Fitting qualified postmodernists “get smacked ‘cause you’re blue Black Throwback to welts and twist naps ’n[]gg[],' you Ain’t allowed to say that Light-skinned with choice To format “dark-skinned But, yeah, momma passed Crossed the Ward Swept faberge glass “born in that white hospital But they transferred her and I In the moment when crowned My Black ass” Write my own way out of a Brown paper bag Club, race as form And content Across a continent Blood ties fists gripped In blackened love I Remember those sunny afternoons out Basking just to darken my skin Comment section effigies of my peers Scrolling minds in tandem Metrics, lines Self-spurred another scientist with Google image case study basis: Inherent blackness, intrinsic research A doubt of predetermined 31 flavors (sample size per serving Just a feast of the eyes Intersections of what swatches Seem to serve and surmise) With some stubbornness as intuition Or attrition Attributed to affinity For new scriptures Sketched in books And doodled verse reliefs Black-marked whiteness Prescription lobbying minds To some greater prophetic margins Two parallel lines For an abstract Starting “get smacked ‘cause you’re blue Black Throwback to welts and twist naps ’n[]gg[],' you Ain’t allowed to say that Light-skinned with choice To format “dark-skinned But, yeah, momma passed Crossed the Ward Swept faberge glass “born in that white hospital But they transferred her and I In the moment when crowned My Black ass” “soft curls on my neck flap Caress she’d tell me and scratch ‘yeah, boy you look like me But only back there where them good genes at,' “brother and sister took after We shared features But the pigment masked us” “get smacked ‘cause you’re blue Black Throwback to welts and twist naps ’n[]gg[],' you Ain’t allowed to say that Light-skinned with choice To format “dark-skinned But, yeah, momma passed Crossed the Ward Swept faberge glass “born in that white hospital But they transferred her and I In the moment when crowned My Black ass” Crawfish étouffée in my census identification Written on the back of an suv double-parked A New Orleans gas station Knee-length grass roots With storm swept down To the foundation Charitable body’s [Family] records Given to the gulf as a donation “word,” Of mouth, I remarked As the portraits I’d yet to see They met a watery fate Sweeping the bayou sweat from my Sun-yellowed perplexing pate I’d yet to contemplate Where does this history start (no, really)? And if memory by its very nature Is its own form of art
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