Daily Archives: May 27, 2015

What I Want From My People

I want my people

to look at me and say
there is something different
about me they can’t
put a name on.  Want to have
a new face that somehow

already fits with my old name,
a face that seems strange and
exhilarating yet
utterly comfortable
and familiar at the same time,
as if I’d died and been reborn

as my own better replica,
my soft corners 
sharp enough once again
to startle a friend
into renewed affection, lift
a lover back into passion, prod
myself into waking refreshed

from what had seemed a near-dead sleep.


A Treatise On The Effects Of Casual And Unconscious Racism In Words Of One Syllable

Originally posted 12/9/2013.

I stop in shock,
stand like stone.
Here, now,
in this speck of time,
stop in this bad place
to ask:

Did he just say what I think he said?  
Did she just do 
what I think she did?

Would have thought 
each of them
was smart,
had learned,
had heart.

Just found out
I was wrong.

Now I must go back
and think of how much
I in fact do know,
how much I in fact
am sure of,
think of what I have heard,
what I have seen;
then I have to 

build a wall,
fill a moat, 
keep a watch
I hope will end
some day.