Jessica Care Moore
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We Want Our Bodies Back: Poems
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published
2020
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9 editions
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The Seventh Octave: The Early Writings of Saul Williams
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published
1998
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The Words Don't Fit in My Mouth
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published
1997
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Your Crown Shines: For Ketanji Brown Jackson and You – A Poetic Love Letter and Picture Book Celebrating Black Women Pioneers
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Abandon Automobile: Detroit City Poetry 2001 (African American Life
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published
2001
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4 editions
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The Alphabet Verses The Ghetto
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published
2003
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God is Not an American
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published
2009
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2 editions
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Sunlight Through Bullet Holes
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2013
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Why Detroit Matters: Decline, Renewal and Hope in a Divided City
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2017
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4 editions
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GULLIVER - MUSIQUE T2 (2)
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“My body was never an issue for me until I realized other people were looking at it.”
― We Want Our Bodies Back: Poems
― We Want Our Bodies Back: Poems
“I used to be a roller coaster girl"
(for Ntozake Shange)
I used to be a roller coaster girl
7 times in a row
No vertigo in these skinny legs
My lipstick bubblegum pink
As my panther 10 speed.
never kissed
Nappy pigtails, no-brand gym shoes
White lined yellow short-shorts
Scratched up legs pedaling past borders of
humus and baba ganoush
Masjids and liquor stores
City chicken, pepperoni bread
and superman ice cream
Cones.
Yellow black blending with bits of Arabic
Islam and Catholicism.
My daddy was Jesus
My mother was quiet
Jayne Kennedy was worshipped
by my brother Mark
I don’t remember having my own bed before 12.
Me and my sister Lisa shared.
Sometimes all three Moore girls slept in the Queen.
You grow up so close
never close enough.
I used to be a roller coaster girl
Wild child full of flowers and ideas
Useless crushes on polish boys
in a school full of white girls.
Future black swan singing
Zeppelin, U2 and Rick Springfield
Hoping to be Jessie’s Girl
I could outrun my brothers and
Everybody else to that
reoccurring line
I used to be a roller coaster girl
Till you told me I was moving too fast
Said my rush made your head spin
My laughter hurt your ears
A scream of happiness
A whisper of freedom
Pouring out my armpits
Sweating up my neck
You were always the scared one
I kept my eyes open for the entire trip
Right before the drop I would brace myself
And let that force push my head back into
That hard iron seat
My arms nearly fell off a few times
Still, I kept running back to the line
When I was done
Same way I kept running back to you
I used to be a roller coaster girl
I wasn’t scared of mountains or falling
Hell, I looked forward to flying and dropping
Off this earth and coming back to life
every once in a while
I found some peace in being out of control
allowing my blood to race
through my veins for 180 seconds
I earned my sometime nicotine pull
I buy my own damn drinks & the ocean
Still calls my name when it feels my toes
Near its shore.
I still love roller coasters
& you grew up to be
Afraid
of all girls who cld
ride
Fearlessly
like
me.”
―
(for Ntozake Shange)
I used to be a roller coaster girl
7 times in a row
No vertigo in these skinny legs
My lipstick bubblegum pink
As my panther 10 speed.
never kissed
Nappy pigtails, no-brand gym shoes
White lined yellow short-shorts
Scratched up legs pedaling past borders of
humus and baba ganoush
Masjids and liquor stores
City chicken, pepperoni bread
and superman ice cream
Cones.
Yellow black blending with bits of Arabic
Islam and Catholicism.
My daddy was Jesus
My mother was quiet
Jayne Kennedy was worshipped
by my brother Mark
I don’t remember having my own bed before 12.
Me and my sister Lisa shared.
Sometimes all three Moore girls slept in the Queen.
You grow up so close
never close enough.
I used to be a roller coaster girl
Wild child full of flowers and ideas
Useless crushes on polish boys
in a school full of white girls.
Future black swan singing
Zeppelin, U2 and Rick Springfield
Hoping to be Jessie’s Girl
I could outrun my brothers and
Everybody else to that
reoccurring line
I used to be a roller coaster girl
Till you told me I was moving too fast
Said my rush made your head spin
My laughter hurt your ears
A scream of happiness
A whisper of freedom
Pouring out my armpits
Sweating up my neck
You were always the scared one
I kept my eyes open for the entire trip
Right before the drop I would brace myself
And let that force push my head back into
That hard iron seat
My arms nearly fell off a few times
Still, I kept running back to the line
When I was done
Same way I kept running back to you
I used to be a roller coaster girl
I wasn’t scared of mountains or falling
Hell, I looked forward to flying and dropping
Off this earth and coming back to life
every once in a while
I found some peace in being out of control
allowing my blood to race
through my veins for 180 seconds
I earned my sometime nicotine pull
I buy my own damn drinks & the ocean
Still calls my name when it feels my toes
Near its shore.
I still love roller coasters
& you grew up to be
Afraid
of all girls who cld
ride
Fearlessly
like
me.”
―
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