March 1, 2010 § Leave a comment

dear husband
whoever you are, im praying to God right now that you will have read this by the time we meet
i havent forgotten

– mon mar first two thousand ten, the day of blackout and israeli apartheid week

we spent the fourth of july in bed
by suheir hammad

even now
young walking girls are exploding legs
stepping on shells of
american hatred left
dug in iraqi soil

even now malaysian girls
must choose between the sex trade and
hunger     young philipinas
go blind constructing the computer discs
poems like this are saved on

ants crawl out of somali eyes
a puerto rican woman goes blind in
an all white prison cell
self-determination her crime
yemeni eyes search out concrete
bodega walls to feed
homesick elders and
beepers and sneakers burst
round brown bed stuy eyes

yeah     the smell of suffer
lingers     even now
lover     as we lay
in amazement and
if baby as you say

my skin is the color of sun
warmed sand     then your
my moonless night and
we the beach
wet     and tidal     all that
good shhhh     wet     yet
as we lay

shrapnel awakens pain on
an island of young paraplegics
courtesy of the 80s gun craze
to our generation violence
isn’t a phase     it’s the day to day

and though my head is filled
with your sweetness now
this same head knows
nagasaki girls picked maggots out of stomach sores with chopsticks
and hiroshima mothers rocked headless babies to sleep
this head knows
phalestini     youth maimed absorbing rubber bullets
homes demolished     tress uprooted      roots dispersed

this same head with
all them love songs and
husky whispers knows
our moans come with a history
deeper than groins     our
groans marry a story older
than this lust

as we lay     and love
our touch is not free
it comes with memories
and the reality that even now
food is a luxury
viruses free

limbs mangled hang limp
from fig trees and southern
family tree limbs limp
with the names of the murdered

we baby
look into our browness to
see those who’ve gone without
knowing this     comfort of entangled legs
foreheads of sweat     heart beats of love and sex

our sighs indeed heavy with
history     destiny     cum     and responsibility
even now     in this heat
on this futon
we are not alone

on this third day of my
seven day candle     the flame
flickers on bodies     on my walls of lavender purple
in the shadows we see goddesses      abandoning children
daughters and their nations getting
raped with big guns by
bastard sons of the earth

even as we lay in
all this good feeling
people lay in dirt     vomit     shit     and blood
and i gotta tell you
that my sincere love     for real
is for my peeps     my family     humanity
love for real     for real freedom
well fed human dignity
for sisters and their lovers

lover even now
i open myself to
share this
i gotta tell you
there isn’t enough good feeling
to push the pain and awareness out

not enough nothing to
make me forget

and i ain’t no
woman of steel
it feels needed     this touch     that
kiss     there     that rhythm
needed and wanted     yeah      now

hold me a little while longer
just a bit      just
a bit     ’cause we
gotta get up soon
come on now baby
we got work to do

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