THREE POEMS by avery r. young
new testament
i.
in temple
mudda: boy!!!!!!!
gonna make my hair fall
worryin if yo life
still on dis side
of groun(d)
us been three day(s)
lookin fo u
u in herr
runnin
yo mouf
hey-zeus: dunno y
u worryin
bout me
u know
whatchu had me fo
i handlin
my father
bidness
mudda: my God!!!!!
ii.
at wedding
hey-zeus: woman!!!
i aint no magician
mudda: boy
u aint gotta tell me
what thou art
i know who
u come from
but
u came outta Me
i say we need wine
& de angel already tol(d) me
how u gotta do
now
ax yo daddy
fo summa dat joo-joo
& see if him work(s)
like him say
him do
iii.
at table | after cross
mudda: God.
u aint tell me
him wud bleed
like dat
. dam(n)
god:
iv.
cabin in sky
mudda: after
dey kill(t) u
folk wud snatch
life from mudda(s)
in prayer
& soil de mudda(s)
in dey own crimson
& scream(s)
& de mudda(s) wud
tell dem no
& dont
in front of my baby(s)
but
dey wud take de mudda(s)
& de baby(s) too
& de men who knew
what yo face look(d) like
in de dark
enuf to kiss it
hey-zeus
dontchu know how many
commere wif yo name
in dey throat
dontchu remember
de one time
u open(d) de sky
& u ax(d) dat one
muddafukka
y him yo electric chair
dontchu remember how
u change(d) him name
& way him sword flew
open de sky
now!
open it!!!
& snatch de evil
from dey palm(s)
turn deez muddafukka(s) paul
hey-zeus
turn dem all
little red
fo Toni
& when him come mandingo buc(k)
all greasy & blue in de hush
of her befo her give him a piece
of summa dat blow
a min(d) | her tell him
some man rape(d)
some woman her kin to
somewhere one day
& ran saffron
up & down
her | her tell him
her blk not almos(t)
white | her tell him
dem be razor(s) not roller(s)
curlin her hair
her tell him her aint a prize
wif a pussy
her tell him
her pussy de prize
her tell him
her need him to be
a winner | her tell him
him has no option
to lose
status 3
6.18.15
as far as i be concern(d)
dem n’em made jee-sus
de 1st transracial mudda- fukka | ever
blk!
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