Just so you know, I’m not Black anymore. I’m not African-American. I’ve gone back to being Colored. That’s what my mother was and I’ve decided that’s what I’ll be from now on. Used properly, I believe it has a universal elegance. It captures the world’s people spectrum. Used inappropriately, it still conveys Us vs. Them, Them vs. Us or any way round you want. Unfortunately, if you’re looking at it either way, there’s the problem.
MOMA African Art
The Metropolitan Museum of Art has launched an exhibition honoring Black artists and thinkers of the Harlem Renaissance.
Use your NYC ID to get free admission and lower priced guest tickets, but make sure you visit. They need to know we care!
Dropping Smiles
I walked in dropping smiles
She picked up one
A diamond ring
in a room of rubber gaskets
wanting to be cock rings
Teeth tough
Eyes staccato
Movement made easy
More material on
and less material
A blood knot line
better than
can I buy
Reeled in near rocks
not kind to hope.
