Who you “Are” won’t determine, Who you shall “Be”..
As through marble or the lining of
certain fish split open and scooped
clean, this is the blue vein
that rides, where the flesh is even
whiter than the rest of her, the splayed
thighs mother forgets, busy struggling
for command over bones: her own,
those of the chaise longue, all
equally uncooperative, and there’s
the wind, too. This is her hair, gone
from white to blue in the air.
This is the black, shot with blue, of my dark
daddy’s knuckles, that do not change, ever.
Which is to say they are no more pale
in anger than at rest, or when, as
I imagine them now, they follow
the same two fingers he has always used
to make the rim of every empty blue
glass in the house sing.
Always, the same
no black surface can entirely hide.
Under the night, somewhere
between the white that is nothing so much as
blue, and the black that is, finally; nothing,
I am the man neither of you remembers.
Shielding, in the half-dark,
the blue eyes I sometimes forget
I don’t have. Pulling my own stoop-
shouldered kind of blues across paper.
Apparently misinformed about the rumored
stuff of dreams: everywhere I inquired,
I was told look for blue.
Drown me nostalgia
go drown me
let me breath no more
air others exhaled
let me live no more
worries and uncertainties
but please nostalgia
just let me
in cloud nine let’s dance
hop hop and hop
until we fall in land
nostalgia, oh please
come on go ahead
for with you
I am content
I am best
I am me.
Eid Mubarak everyone, love and forgiveness.
If you ever find yourself emotionally/mentally affected by a situation (particularly when opression is involved) know that it is not only your right to speak up about it, it is also your responsiblity.
"If you are neutral in situtaions of injustice, you have chosen the side of the opressor" - Bishop Desmond Tutu
I would like to take this opportunity to urge my fellow creative minds - religious or not- to use their talents to make a difference where they believe change is in order.
Your voice might be heard much further than you’d imagine.
'Def Poésie pt. 2' [cropped]
Watercolor & homemade pigments
1m50 x 3m (4ft11in x 9ft10in)
Full painting on www.artofpapi.com