why black people shout pt 3 (haiku #7)
whispering has never worked for anyone trying to be noticed
coffeenated a bold and random brew
why black people shout pt 2(haiku #6)
because we are trying to be heard after years of being ignored.
look at me now (haiku #4)
When you’re on top, everyone loves you, but when you’re down, they forget you.
the humbling (haiku #3)
bus rides back and forth
spoiled girl’s not used to this
get up and go? gone.
four years later, it’s still fuck you (haiku #2 – remix)
le sigh; le sigh. those
lips, those eyes. his face, my thighs…
…another bitch? SURPRISE!
We Are
We are Black, White, Indian
We are quadroons
We are mulattoes
We are gumbo every New Year
We are Bahamian roots buried in American soil
We are secrets yet to be revealed
We are too many names for my grandma to remember
We are my grandfathers baby fine hair, passed down generation after generation
We are old Negro Spirituals
We are a fondue pot of multiple cultures
We are conflicting values
We are the blinking red light at the railroad track
We are the law fought in courtrooms across America
We are overcome
We are bits and pieces of a history yet to be discovered
We are a bloodline traced all the way back to slavery
We are mammies and chiefs and mighty warriors
We are the realization of Martin’s dream
We are the first black family to live on that street
We are my grandmother’s tears for a son scattered over Vietnam
We are my uncle’s memory playing tricks on him
We are my aunt’s loudly sung gospel
We are in church speaking tongues
We are down at the river being baptized
We are dysfunction
We are yesterday, today, tomorrow
We are family
self portrait (haiku #1)
self portrait
on self reflection:
how you see yourself is how
others will see you
A Public Records Request
On Saturday, November 12, 2011, I went to the LAPD Southwest Division Community Station in order to perform this assignment. I identified myself to the officer on duty, showed him a copy of my assignment, explained the assignment and asked to see a copy of the watch commander’s log. He stated he was unable to show it to me. When I asked why, he stated their watch commander had already fielded requests of this type, and they had been instructed to advise anyone requesting this that they would be unable to see the log. There was no superior officer around for me to speak with, and the officer and I both agreed that returning on Monday, a normal business day, might be a better option.
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