Act and talk like thee,
Think and live like thee
I am comfortable in i skin
In i awkward ways i smile
I smile for i am but alive
I can inhale in the fog of insanity
In the ridicule of i savage dream
I desire the desire deserted
Like voices whose lips are glued to pale knowledge
Dressed in the idiocy of formality
Like the collar of a priest
A blind folded vocation
Whose ethic grasp lingers in purgatory
Like the immaculate conception
I will not be subject to reason
To a moral fashioned by law
Engineered by men
Whose existence hangs
On a thread of flawed brain cells
I desire not to follow
In the steps of white institution
For they are too white to be dark
Or gray
I glory in the ape years
Of wild fruit and liberation
Of breasts dancing in coconut oil
Of talks groomed with fire
Of folk stories filled with sweat
Of deer hunt and blood
I desire to bath in the
Blood and tears of my ancestors
In the pitched voices of my sisters
For then i know i am free
Free in the backwardness
Of i origin
Enslaved in the forwardness
Of unfolding centuries
I am free for i mind is not owned
I say as i please amidst voices
Amidst intellectual zombies
I am free for North is West
I find sunshine at midnight
And death is life.
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