Decolonial Passage

Walking the Rain

Doors are rotten mouths/they shout in wooden frames, “Get out/you don’t fit here, what’s a sunny/old girl like you doing in these parts?”

Unmarried Men

Men his age had large pieces of land, and those who had small pieces at least had fertile pieces. Men his age had stable sources of income from employment or entrepreneurship. Most importantly, men his age had children, a wife, and maybe a girlfriend.

Aborted Dreams

When cries/Sprinkled on the feet of tyrants/They were swept away/When bones sailed the Atlantic/Dreams drowned/Into the womb of the sea

Colonial Noose

what is a necktie if not a symbol/of white male domination/and decades of cultural oppression?/amid diminishing colonial powers/the archaic rules remain/codified in the house of parliament

Nubian Queen

Standing in front of the gold feline pendant/I recalled one of my previous incarnations./The jewelry had belonged to me/and now it was on display in the Museum of Fine Arts/where I and others stared at it.

Dealing with the unnatural heat

The sun/boiled the oranges into rust & the birds grew gills to swim/the heat. How many twirling fans died that year when we/gathered swollen leaves from sun baked drains? Even the/air conditioning breathed like a bloated river.

Speedy Gonzales

I remember in high school, explaining to friends/the racism of the cartoon, Speedy Gonzales. His/”arriba, arriba” grito just a Chicano shuck and jive./His campesino hat too big for even the sombrero dance.

Four Flights

They held such strength/I felt that I could fly/so I leapt/knowing the ripcord safety net belay were in place/Until they weren’t

Mofongo, A Sensory Memory

No matter the efforts of the/Spanish to erase the Boricuas/to whiten them via colonialism/mofongo, pasteles, and the/countless dishes are additions/to our culture and proof otherwise.

Billie Holiday’s Deathbed

Who are these men that know nothing/about the blues? Inspiring jinxed history/with officious ink–corrections bled red/outside the margins, ignored or overcome–/their shared voice, warning: Be more like me.

The Veil

Doña Maria is/the despenadora, the one who/takes care of the suffering./ La que quita penas.

A Song for Grandmother: Daughters of Hoodoo

Can you see them/Those wide women/Wide like the earth/Dressed always in white/Ready soldiers of love

Once Was Black

Black shuns not in the respect of one another/It forgot the struggles of the previous generations./It isn’t unity anymore, everyone for yourself./Safe to say, once we were Black.

Bikowist Manifesto

Black man you are on your own/In your own unmarked unknown grave/In your own land you do not own/With your own hands you own but lend to owners

Folding Time: Dear Descendant(s)

Trotting from place to place across Africa showed me more of her beauty and the abundance of wealth tucked within her.

How John Coltrane Learned to Play Jazz

Most people don’t know that when John Coltrane/wrote “A Love Supreme,” all he had to do was stargaze.

The Sympathy Orchestra

Conduct yourself with vigilance;/play your own instrument;

When Hakuna Matata Became a Phrase in English

The next time Hemingway would again consider Africa as a travel destination was in 1954. He came accompanied by his fourth and last wife, Mary, with the intention to explore Belgian Congo, Uganda, and Kenya.

commonwealth primer for the children of empire

commonwealth/common wealth/common weal/commonstealth/common steal

Control, prosecute, sanction

Xenophobia is naturalized,/rational,/no need for Le Pen,/Macron is in charge,/Darmanin is on the clock.