Chi City Rose

I’m a small town back woods of NJ transplant almost 8 years strong here and the people of Chi City are beautiful. They remind me of Tupac’s metaphor of the rose who grew from concrete. Though the numbers are similar we are more than Chiraq. As I have traveled this country organizing between Cali, NOLA, NY, NJ and Now Chicago I’ve learned black folk and all oppressed people in the americas are facing the same systems no matter how small the town or wide the city. Even though the winters are crazy cold, this week I have been reminded of the power of the fire in young people’s bellies and how proud I am to say I currently struggle, love, and fight for black, queer, trans, and human liberation with the people of Chicago. ‪#‎DirtyArtBoi‬ ‪#‎ChiCityLove‬

Checkout Project Nia‘s  visual love letter to Chicago’s organizers.

 

You Shine We Shine

We do not have to agree on everything for me to be your fan, supporter, and a person who enjoys seeing you do well. This is apart of what it means for me to practice solidarity. If we truly believe that our freedom and happiness is tied together across many intersections then when I shine you shine and vis versa. Competition can be fun but is often bred in us to keep us divi

ded. We have to intentionally work against the urges to compare and compete for profit over people. A common challenge to this are our own insecurities and ignorance of self. When you are ok with who you are you don’t need to compare nor do you feel threatened at others’ success. Now someone else’s success or shine at the expense of my peeps or liberation politic thats another story.

 

Loving Reminder

FreshRootbeer

Full Moon in Pieces got me all in my feelings.

Was telling her how much I miss her and this happened…

I can’t wait to kiss your lips and hold you close

feel you relax in my arms

In those moments we merge.

and its an honor being your safe space.

I don’t mind getting lost in you from time to time

My heart needs a regular dose.

Let me escape within our bond.

I need to escape into our love

It reminds some of the most broken parts of me

theres no healer like our black queer love

Theres no love like the melodies I feel in the arms of you…

a beautiful Black Womyn.

We are fun and around the way like FreshRootbeer

Country and comforting like Pickled Okra

Quirky and Dorky like GumbBall Cartoons.

Can’t wait to celebrate our love in person again soon.

Your Eyes Speak

        
Your eyes speak volumes
but I hear nothing
non verbals roar with emotion
I hear nothing
I peer in and see fear and longing but hear nothing
those eyes , a place where warmth and lust use to reside
and where so much is always being said
I hear nothing
have I lost my ability to hear or translate
did I tune out or have I finally tuned in
where is the twinkle where is the passion
where is the longing I use to lay in
the love I dreamed about wrapping myself in
fantasized about dissolving into the fire in those eyes
your eyes speak volumes
but i hear nothing
non verbals roaring with emotion
I hear nothing
I peer in and see fear and longing
but hear nothing
those eyes
a place where warmth and lust use to reside
where so much is always being said
I hear nothing
 isolation my inability to hear fills me with fear
so I step away not wanting to look into those eyes
The place where warmth and lust use to reside
where clarity and love carried me closer to you
where peace and fulfillment ushered me into the place reserved only for lovers
with a voice that booms and inspires like children’s laughter
and a murmur that chills and sooths like a kiss to the forehead
all that sound is in those big browns
now as I look silence is all there is to be found
but I know your eyes speak volumes

Sip Drink Taste Your Love

Don’t make it difficult for me to worship

love’s honorable chore

I just want to worship you

Can I sip your juices ?

Wade in your waters?

Savor your flavor?

Don’t make it difficult for me to worship

You stir up hunger in me

Lay down and spread em

Allow me to satisfy my hunger at your alter

your are what you eat

I just want to taste you

Thank you with my tongue

Massage my face with the

Bush along the gates of heaven

Partake of the bliss between your thighs

I just want to worship you

Breath in a new vibration

Through you

Breath with you until

You are we

Allow me to worship you

Bless me

Just let me

Sip Drink Taste your love

A Summer’s Night

A summers night

sweat pulsating dripping down browns

rolling over curves sliding between

layers of musk and hair

I still remember the smell of her hair

silky curls grazing over my back

I loved feeling her hair in the small of my back

tickling along my arch increasing its curve along the way

 

A Dark summer’s night

to hot to do anything but sweat

and burn in sex

dissolve into heaven between her thighs

sip of her juices

swallow her whole

feast upon her feminine essence

slip between her chakras with the tip of my tongue

loudly panting quietly praying her wonderland never ends

 

A long summers night

to hot to do anything but sweat and drink

drink in her love consumed with passion mesmerized by her lust

no lost in lust

drowning

shifting together moving on up a little higher

sinking deeper one into the other

deep in our sweat we drift

submerged in the waters of ecstasy

thick dank dark sweaty ecstasy

time melts the night swelters on

we disappear enthralled in the heat of sex

lost in the embrace of a summer’s night

 

DirtyArtBoi 2009

When It Comes To You

I have it 

I have all I need 

to do what I got to do 

why is it so hard 

when it comes to you 

is this love 

is this pain 

non sense 

the logic 

my common sense 

labels profane

 

an act of desperation 

clothed in devotion 

why is it so hard when it comes to you 

I blame me 

you think 

its you 

we collide the way lovers do 

Splashing together 

throbbing harder 

confusing surviving with thriving 

running from the truth into each others arms 

refusing to jump out of love 

as easily as we fell in

stubbornly misery loves company

confusing surviving with thriving 

running from the truth into each others arms 

renewing unspoken agreements 

embracing a silent understanding

subconsciously refusing to flee our sinking ship 

with every text/ call,  with every touch/ kiss

 

 

I have it 

I have all I need 

to do what I got to do 

why is it so hard 

when it comes to you 

is this love 

is this pain 

non sense 

the logic 

my common sense 

 labels profane 

why is it so hard 

when it comes to you 

Fuck off

like forcing a square peg into a round hole

I’m tired of fucking with you

step back give me space

go take cover

It  you don’t switch gears catch up and hear me soon

one day you’ll look up and I’ll be gone

and you cant’t say I didn’t worn you

this isn’t an ultimatum its the truth

I’m fed up

only my pride is keeping me at this point

cause my love my care my patience

you have long squandered

aka fuck off

and if your’re lucky

when I feel like trying with you again

I’ll let you know

in the mean time

go deal with your shit

not for me

but for your own damn good

cause to push a lover like me

to this point

you have gotten so far off your center that

any moment you will be more of a danger to yourself

than you are to me right now

this is my first break up poem

thank you for being my muse to the very end.