I am in a season where I am aware of blackness Brown skinned flesh unpacking in glaring white institution Bound By thoughts By words By thinking of words to the degree that I am constricted Tongue tied, hands restricted by overwhelming streams of consciousness I’d *almost* rather be sleeping because dreams block out death block carnage block bullshit, toxic politic and wondering if my black life is seen as less than that of beasts or the unborn I am awake and breathing mouth wide open... Read more