So notorious you don’t even know what I look like
everybody’s boo everybody first love everybody’s thot everybody good fuck everybody’s tit everybody’s mama everybody’s abandoned everybody’s excuse everybody’s lament You love
that shit, the way I put my black on
flex in it, put my whole foot in it, so black you can’t divorce it, so black you don’t speak
my language, black in your wet dream, I come
Black. My black is residual, will not wash out of the duvet.
you love to deliver
love to send the sickled train down my throat, love to shut me up
turn the floodlights off &
Trap Queen don’t fear shit except, how easily
my body leaves me, how often it is not mine.
Trap Queen don’t fear shit, except an unlimited
caricature, except the way they tow my narrative
right out of my own mouth and iron it out flat.
Trap Queen don’t fear shit, except for how
Errybody lay claim when the sun falls, except
for how I can’t keep a moment of myself to
myself. Don’t fear shit except the way my
lonesome is your invitation, the way
all my power coagulates
The way the world will lay its violences at the threat
of my able black body. Except, the way nobody
got my back. Until I’m face forward, an obituary
a red prayer orbiting, until
Errybody forget about it
& find my sister. & Repeat.
(more killer poems, curated by Queen Morgan, over at Buzzfeed)