Now available: He Tried to Drown the Ocean
I am brown-black. A greenhouse. A dash of rhythm and blues.
A yellow pearl, who’ll punch some yellow peril in your sternum.
Have you calling for your mama forehead deep within my scarlet
fever, heavy, hip-hollering heat. Beware. I’ll technicolor your
opinions, change the perspective of your canvas, whisk you
dizzily out of Kansas, you’ll be wiping sun out your eyes in my
brownblack woman presence. But go on, place that white girl on
your pedestal. I bet she easier to look at.
-- from He Tried to Drown the Ocean, I Waved