A Poem For The Cancelling National Suicide Day
Love is or it ain’t. Thin love ain’t love at all.
― Toni Morrison, Beloved
national suicide day was cancelled,
miss morrison, people learned they had
more to gain from grabbing the whip
and fighting
even if it meant dying, they know
blackness is our ticket to a better life
instead of a victim card, like the ace
of spades
i am black as the ace of spades and proud
of my lineage
it pours out of me like my dad poured
cement
or my mom poured out water
after she wiped down a patient
i didn't discover black books
until i got to college, but i learned
black words
can create stories, like jazz
black words can wash away shame
national sucide day was cancelled, miss
morrison
george floyd's family got a 27 million
dollar
judgement from the city of minneapolis
spike lee polishes his oscar twice a week
and kamala backs that azz up occasionally
the most powerful woman in the world
blackness can be gender fluid
a girl who looks like a boy who looks
like a girl smiles at me, clutching her
basketball
monk took mental illness and wrote a soundtrack
with it
and even white women could care less about
being
privileged. biden ordered 300 million
vaccines by may
in l.a., the rich steal vaccinations from the poor
and low income people
blue eyed feminists dissect your books
and dream of full lips and thick thighs
wishing for blackness
the ghost of breonna taylor haunts
jussie smollett's dreams