Status Updates From Cane, Corn & Gully

i spit extinction in de eye
you bury my womb in a grave
undestroyed she my nation
erased from history for a grapefruit.

I Salted de Mud With My Palms but More ah Me Grew

we should be using our knees
for more productive activities. have you noticed
we stand in prayer like we are waiting for a bus?
have you seen a wood pigeon do it?
i mean pray, it just stands there
like it knows the bus is coming but doesn't care

when i was worth a horse,
i escaped in a seagull's mouth,
a canon shot it down into a stream,
for six days i remained hidden in its beak,
until de stream offered me a new grave,
today, children roll me in their games,
they practice leaping & dodging,
i prefer this life, for who was my spirit then?
but a woodlouse feeding on a rotting family,
at least this time i can be there,
when de children's laughter curdles into

wore cornrows & creole
so no one noticed my eyes were inside out
even my family never knew which way to bury me
¡ will forget

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i will remember my family
who did not know in which direction to hug

there need not be
a choreographer for dis part
here, nobody teach we tuh swallow
our hearts every morning
but here we are,
with phantoms drinking tea
in our skulls

"he pleaded with me to stop, i told him

no, no, that's not how this works
you demanded m body,
now take it. "