I wield no knife at my throat, nor pills at my bedside. But I reserve to right to die, when living best serves those who seek to devour me.
Can’t wait to see you all tonight in DC, for the final DC reading of my book Godless Circumcisions: A Recollecting & Re-membering of Blackness, Queerness & Flows of Survivance at the Potter’s House from 7-9pm. Info inserted after the jump.
“i see now that revolution is not a destination, but a continuation. And that i’m blessed with this time right here, right now to share all that i have learned. My truth.”
“and the Orisha got me covered
while you scheming to planning
shoot up the movie theater and shoot up a church
just when the wounds was healing its beginning to hurt
shoot at a black man and shoot up a club
when you niggaz gone take the blinders off
enough is enough”
He loved it Better when I Could not see the cuts I was equipped to heal –boundaries
Godless Circumcisions is a witty and forceful study of race, sex and politics in contemporary culture. Personal and poetic, these essays, poems and biographical trysts disrobe issues central to the…