In Remembrance & Our Embrace
George Floyd Jr.
Lavena Lynn Johnson
Blackness is the Beauty it Be
for the love of being now and then flesh and phantom me and we, let’s stay here in the shade slowly swaying saying nothing beneath this tree we were left to be finally alone each swing erases a worry erases a thought we wither away in the wind together black turned blue skin to blue skin our sins lay buried beneath us waiting for our bodies...
My Blackness My power It’s beautiful My flower No matter how the world is dark You’ll never see me sour Even if I wasn’t perfect You can never say I cowered From the power Always ready to fight My fist in the air Clutching onto hope so hard It’s like I’m gripping the air As reality hits hard like A kick and a snare...
I have scrubbed my soul for a failing to remember When the bells of reckoning chime Where will you hide I’m dancing in the streets Lighting candles along the middle passage We’ll flood a field with light For our sisters to swim across It be a beacon To the promised land I have visions of bloodlines Drifting from the bank shores ...
dear death we come together to trance faced up locked insidelong it will take we long for this dirt submit to suffocate to stillness salvation seeks out many deities we hold all the way down hole plant the body precision a soul of seed will see light again...
A Love Language
Is a list of those forgotten Pressed beneath a tongue, the paper Soaked until the words remember to run Into the back of the throat, ringing the bell Of the uvula on the way down, coating The esophagus with music until the stomach sings A digestion dirge that marinates memory back To the swallowed taste. Today it is a mix of bird wing And burial. Your name finds a final resting ...
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