Anti-Poem(s)

Enduring just to say we’re enduring feeling the bruises on my skin I just want to relieve the torture I don’t know how all these things should end. Maybe that’s all that this is after all: trauma and bondage and joy maybe that’s all you can feel after all: just trauma and bondage and joy […]

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prose on the (im)possibility of black love // the (im)possibility of black study

) These scars on our bodies are impossible. These scars that we carry can’t be. These scars that we share are impossible. These scars on our body can’t be.   “These undecipherable markings on the captive body render a kind of hieroglyphics of the flesh whose severe disjunctures come to be hidden to the cultural […]

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impossible.

I reflected a lot about whether or not I should write this. But, I am and I am because I am trying to remember why I started this blog, which is related to why I decided to create music again, which is related – but less directly so – to why I decided to take […]

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Afro-Depressionism Incomplete

Niggas don’t be feeling they theory, ya feel me? Niggas don’t be feeling what it feels like to feel like the World was built atop of you. Niggas don’t be feeling what it feels like to sit with the tomb of history, to let the dust settle beneath your feet, to feel the weight of […]

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