Let Our Love

Nestled in the glow of our brown tones side by side,  Her curls ticked my nose, the softness of her cheeks warm my body. With her fists she gently beats on my chest and whispers “I just don’t want to be here anymore.”Had to pull her closer as my body silently rang back… “Me neither.”

I’ve held too many people as they weep for their lives. Thirsty for a reason to stay. Silently screaming. Floating on smiles saying “I’m fine” while everything within wants to die.

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If you didn’t hear me  before please hear me now. We need you. Please love please don’t go!  Let’s make our love everything we need to survive.

Let’s love like we’re our own life rafts
built to survive the moments when the waves of sadness come crashing down. Just Let our love. Even when the weight of the world shallows our breaths and bends our backs into prayers and depression. We will find the strength to stand again through the doors unlocked by the moans of our sex magic. Let our love as our bodies collide, sing, and stir divinity together.

Let’s love like we’re our own foundation rooted in the beauty sparked
when our minds touch. My body aches to hear you speak in the moments when we merge. Let our love be our favorite melody in the key of healing. Soothing Restoring Creativity. Please don’t rob me of the freedom I feel when you sing to me. Just let our love carry us like the clever sting of a good read with the power of sharp words.

Love, please hear me now. I need you to survive.
I’ve held too many people as they weep for their lives. Thirsty for a reason to stay. Silently screaming. Floating on smiles saying “I’m fine”  while everything within wants to die.  Love please don’t go. Let’s be everything we need to survive.

Don’t Ask Me

Please do not ask me what  I think white people should do about anything.

Cause if after living, studying, and benefiting from these systems for hundreds of years

you can’t quite seem to figure out how to undo it

or how to be accountable to interrupting it  at all times

then you really don’t want to know.

If you ask me I’m going to tell you to get on some John Brown type shit.

Donate your money , tell your friends to, or give me their numbers and go somewhere and sit down type shit.

If you haven’t dealt with your own family and  friends, aka fellow white profiteers and appropriators you’re not really serious.

If you’re willing to take jobs leading people of color to solve their own problemsyou’re the same as the blue coats on Wall Street…Bottom feeders

cloaked and disguised in the good intentions of a 501c3, fellowship, benefit, poverty perpetuating philanthropy.

You not serious you poverty pimping, neo colonist,Iggy what’s her name look a likes.

You’re addicted to our oppression.

Sneaky pop culture fiends addicted to this America Life style.

Always using and consuming us. Wannabes  dressing, talking, walking, like us.

Living to jive, sing, and rap like us.

Stomping on us trying to prosper while proving your one of the good ones.

Moving into hoods raising prices, pushing us out.

Our homes collateral damage on your journey for identity.

Please do not ask me what I think white people should do about anything.

Cause if after living, studying, and benefiting from these systems for hundreds of years

you can’t quite seem to figure out how to undo it

or how to be accountable to interrupting it at all times

then you really don’t want to know.

If watching us get murdered in these streets again and again

hearing how they’re filling the jails like slave ships, and closing schools while quoting higher unemployment rates, hasn’t cause you to burn something by now!?

You not really trying to get down.

You just want me to give you fodder for Progressive debates.

An excuse to blame corporations and republicans or some soothing words…

 you know magical salve for the cancer eating at your soul, I mean white guilt.

Don’t ask me cause if you asking you probably already know.

Come on  lets be honest  you don’t  really want to do all that

why would you want to risk so much, for me ?

Why when you can find  comfortable job, school for you kids, and peaceful protests to attend from time to time, to relieve your anxieties.

Don’t ask me shit.

Don’t look my way with your silly questions.

Don’t confuse my calm demeanor with the face of your dream  token

or my presence at your racist ass institutions with diversity formulas to ease your mind.

Cause if you ask me I’m going to tell you to get on some John Brown type shit.

If watching us get murdered in these streets again and again with no consequence.

and if hearing how they’re filling the jails like slave ships, and closing schools while quoting higher unemployment rates

hasn’t cause you to burn something by now

you not really trying to get down.

Bragga docious

If I had to Boast…

Dab is for the stoner

smoke til I die

The path of a philosopher

Hidden within I

Without reason

Always chasing

Loves Hy

Art is for the dreamer feeler creator …

No choice but to express

The essence of

This fact…

there is no difference

only now

no such thing as later

Boi

the beyond gender… bender…

In the greyest of the Grey

Intuitive pray ..er

broken bridge

In-between

as a connector

I live

D.A.B

Yea I’m this I’m that

But I still see

And if you just listen

You can follow me towards free

No disclaimers labels or apologies

Only requirement for this journey

You must stand next to

And lead us beyond me.

dirty

art

boi

aka

don’t ask about me

Cause  if you don’t

know me by now…

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Sound Cloud Playlist

This playlist contains 4 tracks, total time: 8.16

Few Spoken Word Pieces from Dirty Art Boi
Poems can be found at dirtyartboi.wordpress.com

Track Credits
DOOM ,Thank Yah
Flying Lotus, Wake Me
AirWorks, Eminus
Little Tears…Sound Cloud

Photo Credit: La Tony

We no speak revolution no more

Where is revolution in the black political mind?

Where are the movies about black people coming together to fight injustice?

Have we given up that vision to blend into the melting pot?

we whine no one will finance those films

so we make the color blind ,no wave making

black people in white face B.S. they love to see

Do you really think if you just work hard and don’t call attention to your blackness or your culture

that one day master will treat you like an equal or increase the size of crumbs he lets fall from the table

they exiled Assata and locked up Mumia

assassinated Oscar and shot down Trayvon like wild dogs in the streets

everyday millions are tortured in the belly of the PIC

our babies political pawns  bounced around a crumbling miseducation system

guinea pigs for private companies

experiments for bright eyed graduates

trying to eat while proving they don’t hate POC

They live to prove racism is something only poor white people do

or something their parents use to do

they are different after all they voted for Barrak

naively we leave our children’s minds in their hands

and hope they get enough education to not end up as poor as we were

being too black too proud too strong too you

too different

is too dangerous

so we no speak of revolution no more

that make master mad

that makes the black middle class uncomfortable

we no speak of revolution no more

we no create art that defies the lies of vote or die

we just keep hoping praying voting and voting and dying and dying

fill your mouths with food like products

like happy gluttons consuming Tyler Perrry sitcoms

dreaming of your place in the black middle class

laughing away from danger towards ignorant bliss

self denial and denial of self

refusing to be real about the true state of us

denying the reality of us

too ignorant of self to celebrate the complexity and beautiful medley that is us

you are too busy  dismissing the idea of a an us you need, owe, and can’t really be free without

fill your mouths with food like products

like happy gluttons consuming, buying, listening, inwardly dying

seeking refuge in religion,free enterprise, and individualism

we no speak of revolution no more

we no create art that defies

that make white man in black suit spread lies

shoot gun send tax man or brother man in blue uniform

being too black to proud to strong too you

too different

thinking critically

is too dangerous

so we no speak of revolution no more

we no speak because we don’t know who we are

and are ashamed to admit it

too proud to face the self hate

seeking the status quo for affirmation of self

for a dipped in vanilla and gold all american likeness …I mean whiteness

or anything but who they say we are in the media ness.

all the while our people are still being lynched in the streets often at the hands of the police

to often by their brothers, distant cousins or crazy uncles

our daughters still fear the walk home

and endure too many cat calls

working hard fitting in buying more and more shit never felt quite right to me

and struggling within do gooder organizations is not working for me

501c3 grant out comes chained activism is killing me

so what about this revolution thing

revolution of values cried the King

revolution in the Arts sister Sonia and brother Barakka still cry

youth rise up  reverberates through the poems of professor Eware

social change social justice whatever you want to call it

somethings got to give

revolution in the black political mind must live

it rages in me

it screams give us free

as I sit behind a desk at a non for profit

peering into a PC sweating struggling to craft the right words for funders

it moans and grumbles at the site of closed school after closed school

tired of sitting in when the deals are already done

decisions already made

your protest is but a parade

entertainment for the sheep who

drank  the free market economy and democracy will save us lemonade

so why cry revolution

we don’t speak about revolution no mo

because thats all just a fantasy

they murdered, exiled and jailed

us when we screamed that loud and proud in the 70’s

after all its 2013

haven’t you heard of Barak Obama? Oprah Winfrey?…Jay Z?

look at them if they can do it

it has to be true

if you just work hard of enough we all can one day…

we no speak of revolution no more

cause we scared, drowning or drunk off that

“the free market economy and democracy will save us” lemonade

to keep comfort we gladly

keep voting and dying

sipping and supporting

“the free market economy and democracy will save us” lemonade

after all its 2013 we prefer or revolutionary assassins

cheap, slow, sugary, and sweet