Belong Queer Black Body
Belong Black Queer Body
Belong to the standards that deems you respectable, but invisible.
So that the ideas, creations, and passions you had dissipate into the abyss.
Since the inception of the chattel, you were only seen as a tool.
To the stereotype, that you are magic, powerful, un-breakable. BE LONG.
Imagine telling yourself this as you watched your body morphed into the in-between.
Re-imagine that this is truth, you are your ancestors’ dreams, not wildest, but just dreams.
De-c-o-n struct fallacies created to keep you stagnate and broken.
Understanding that these belongings…
Remember to Breathe…
These were the words that my therapist spoke to me as I sat, facing the computer screen, body so tense that movement no longer consumed me. I then realized that these past few months, I literally forgot what breathing felt like.
On December 17th 2020, I found out that my entire household tested positive for COVID-19 and this was probably the road that led to all hell breaking loose. It is now March 8th and we are still recovering from that painful diagnosis. …
A Queer Quarantine: This is for all of us, Black/Brown queers, now they see us because they are us.
They laugh to conceal their crying,
They shuffle through their dreams
They stepped ’n fetched a country
And wrote the blues in screams.
I understand their meaning,
It could and did derive
From living on the edge of death
They kept my race alive
By wearing the mask! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
“Ahh, I see that’s that survival apparatus!” Dr. Maya Angelou exclaims as she performs her poem “The Mask.” Written in 1988 as an adaptation of Paul Lawrence Dunbar’s…
Black Queer Storyteller looking to heal the world through words. What is your story?