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It So Happens Sarah Ricks …in this
country I am the priced commodity export, not just of oil but my human
flesh and bone are lucrative
and in the night among the sex
trafficking I am the solitude
of the silver street pole I am in between
that thin layer amid cold winds I am the audacity
of the love gods later, in this same
country light rain will
slant into my valley-life and into each my
friends we are
transacted-girls our barcodes are
lined by hip and breast
size age and skin tone I suspect, that
here in the quiet snow a newborn
breathing those first new nights will wade in the
vibrations of blue horse-slave hoofs in the day I sink
into my lily’s amenity I am exhausted
and I’d rather let
the flowers do what they do best
by there
existence they expose ugly
injustices in all I want to offer a
radically distinct alternative to
buying those daughters, these sisters, our mothers, my
friends I want an
alternative to selling me ...poverty, until dawn you kept me in strict
confinement as my cracked
lips pressed against one
another until now, I say no to your dictation
that I am the wet back the nigger the whitey the squint eye your
inadequate portrait of class, of
me, and my people I see no other
option than to spit
refusal in your face for
my children’s sake from this moment
on I backhand your perceived
color’s and formed gangs that gradually
become locked in the sonorous
meshes of the death-nets webbed with jail
cells sticky with no
fathers and responsible
for aborted education
aborted time lossed
I cut your
umbilical cord connected to my
thoughts and bleed out
lack I will let you
drain from cupboards from small empty
bellies and let you
gradually ooze out of live skin out of
communities out of me out of
undernourished skeletons to reverse you and believe me, this is the
beginning of your end Looking
through history my eyes galloped keeping pace with their
reserved emotions for subsequent
discussion tracking the
movement of their lives through subsist imperial stories their plots were
either simple or complex massacres since their
actions were executed naturally of time and my moons blood their words picked through stained graves of the young and stumbled over
clusters of emotions choosing none they made their profession of accurate
revulsion and devoted their energies to argumentative
oratory yet, I was able to see
their ways venture with
Columbus through the native Indian, the Mexican, and see their
smile-spears divide whole
body-countries into colonies and see their lives break the bread-Africa
into crumbs… this was my
intended legacy this, the accompaniment
of my birthright |