They don’t know what to do with me .. i am fat and black and queer
When was the assertion of blackness anything other than an interrogation.
I was born. I was a child. I learned and did things.i loved. had those who loved me. I felt
alone. ( theory on self-abolition) They gave me a muzzle. I asked to be abstracted.
Loving to disappear. I fell in love with everyone_ peeking over temples_ Shoo shoo
i want to be free.
She moves freely through the black velvet curtain .. loving every little lovely
thing_heavy air_ _Black will make u_Black will unmake you_
She seems to know her actions are rational and she walks with grace and assertion
Blackness doesn’t move it stay still holding steadfast she is abstracting comfort to
reinforce the idea that she is not a magical negro_ she can break_ she breaks_angel
eyes_delicate weight_othered in a space steady _ held fast_ suffering is not
existence_the blackness of blackness the fucked up_in/visibility of whiteness_find the
self then kill it /// new sainthood nappy headed nigger child_ patron saint of the ashy
black barbie_nubian princess nigress_ zoomorphic angelic beings singing in midnight
sugar storms__shoo shoo i want to be free
