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i am black like all things black — Jason B. Crawford

  • Fearsome Critters
  • Jul 31, 2020
  • 1 min read

*WINNER OF THE COURTNEY VALENTINE PRIZE FOR OUTSTANDING WORK BY A MILLENNIAL ARTIST, VOLUME THREE, 2020*

 

i am black like all things black

wanted for everything but the flesh

noise to anything arrhythmic

an ankle of gold shackled to an ankle of gold

the skin rubbing to flake off ash

letting something of the name be free

but ain’t all skin dead once left homeland

ain’t all tongues a north star until dimmed

a boy with a taste for the river

but yet in fear of any body of water

that he can’t spit out

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