Protect Our Brown
The skin that I am in has a warrant out for my arrest
Colored coded fill me in with hopes of death-
a life sentence by stray intentional bullets,
my thick lips and firm breast on target.
My demise at the grip of the bluest eyes
my melanin sprinkled DNA melts away, tears that make
my sweet outer shell soggy and dilapidated.
One day I will be remembered by media as the Negro woman
lost at trembling fingers locked on triggers of their own insecurities-
a white not so clean slate.
I live in a lawful land of no laws- but in God we do not trust
in gun powder flesh turns to dust….Hush, silence for Renisha McBride.
Yes silence for Jonathan Ferrell.
More silence for Trayvon Martin.
We need more silence for Oscar Grant.
Please, silence for Darius Simmons.
No longer will I be silent about the ancestral moans that surface from the
belly of the Atlantic ocean’s floor.
Today, I left to go run an errand and returned home five minutes late
unable to greet my children off their bus, I prayed through the rush of fear,
hoping silently that they would stay in place on the patio porch.
I did not want them to panic at no sign of their mother.
History has proven that little brown boys and girls
are amongst the endangered that walk this planet.
When I pulled up to our home, tears betrayed my eyes
and rolled down tense cheeks, as my children came running fast and simply asked,
Mommy, why are you crying? I simply replied- mommy just wanted to protect your
brown…I just wanted to protect
December 14, 2012
I prayed to the ripe moon
Full grey and white, to grant me
Solitude, a quiet room, and a birth
Absent of modern medicine.
2 am came crashing upon that warm
December 14, 2013 morning—sleep
Slipping through the grasp of my reach.
I tossed from each side like skiing on
Icy slopes. Within blinks I was covered
With cream blankets to heat the cold,
Interrogated about my recent stripes of
Love scars of previous births. You madam,
Were next in line to be written in history.
A trilogy turned Trinity with each wave of
Contraction, I surfed clinching to my
Retractable bed. Holy water sprinkled on
My forehead after each confessional of
Father God and Fuck you. Bullets of pain
Shot down towards the hell of heavy thighs
And when your crown peek-a-booed through
My temple, I whispered these praises, Thank you,
I survived. All I wanted was the menu: a cheeseburger
With pepper jack cheese, chicken broth, a turkey
Sandwich on wheat and ginger ale- Seagram or
Canada Dry. After I ate we rested, you were pinned
Like a proud button of my bravery to my bare chest
In honor of our travail through the sorrow of leaving a safe space--
My womb to now entering a world of unknown—Selah