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“شخصٌ ما كان يلقي قصيدته، ولا أستطيع سماع شيء منها حتى تُزيحي شعرك المنسدل على وجهك.”
― في الليل كلنا شعراء سود
― في الليل كلنا شعراء سود
“منذ زمنٍ طويل وأنا أقبّل عينيكِ، ألم تلحظ شفتاك ذلك؟”
― في الليل كلنا شعراء سود
― في الليل كلنا شعراء سود
“It was the language that left us first.
The Great Migration of words. When people
spoke they punched each other in the mouth.
There was no vocabulary for love. Women
became masculine and could no longer give
birth to warmth or a simple caress with their
lips. Tongues were overweight from profanity
and the taste of nastiness. It settled over cities
like fog smothering everything in sight. My
ears begged for camouflage and the chance
to go to war. Everywhere was the decay of
how we sound.”
―
The Great Migration of words. When people
spoke they punched each other in the mouth.
There was no vocabulary for love. Women
became masculine and could no longer give
birth to warmth or a simple caress with their
lips. Tongues were overweight from profanity
and the taste of nastiness. It settled over cities
like fog smothering everything in sight. My
ears begged for camouflage and the chance
to go to war. Everywhere was the decay of
how we sound.”
―
“i suppose i should be
grateful to the white man
letting me out. where can
a black man in america go?
i stand with the prison in
my shadow. elijah muhammad
teaches us that we are not
thieves. we are the lost ones
who have been stolen.”
―
grateful to the white man
letting me out. where can
a black man in america go?
i stand with the prison in
my shadow. elijah muhammad
teaches us that we are not
thieves. we are the lost ones
who have been stolen.”
―
