Drafts.

A quiet and systematic torture

through an assortment of digitized

life vignettes called your Instagram

in which I find your uncondensed 

beauty which reminds me, in every

image, why I hate myself, or if I don't,

why I should

I am foolish and my ancestors are slaves.

I am often not proud of my blackness.

I imagine your boyfriends will speak

French and smoke cigs and will be

worldy. I will be none of those things.

Just me. Unwholesome and dark

and colonized in the mind to think

such things, Achebe didn't quite

reach me at the very end of it all. 

Diapsora children know not what to do with their dark, dark skin.

Unambigous,

it rages

discontentedly with itself: the selves

that correspond to its surroundings: the dreams

they wished to knew. Many first-world citizens

would never dream of their basic pleasures. But

what wonder is it to be lost to the depths of the world's

oceans

without waiting for the waves to buffer before they

hit

you. Modern internet makes it even easier than airlines

to be lost

in places you don't know.

you all know each other 

in ways I cannot
imagine.

my friendship with the
darkness

is brief and
meaningless. maybe

I shall fashion a poem
or two out

of them. But for you
all, you need

not even speak with one
another

and there is an
acknowledgement

of some shadow that
lingers beneath

your very own. I stare
at mine for a 

moment and think about
how 

I cannot jump into it.
You have fallen

many times and often
wonder

if you will ever step
out. These 

are things my eyes
cannot say


but theirs can and will
and must.

this summer 

we experimented on the lsd
of personhood

and were shocked 

when it
led us together 

without a single instance
of touching

My friend Joseph took the pictures yo. In case you're wondering about the font, I save all my draft work in notepad files and they tend to show up in some form of Courier bro. The same friend also borrowed me a typewriter yo. I'm pretentious bro. I also apologize for the spacing issues. I can't quite figure out what's going on without going through the html code of Blogger, and I'm not about to that. I remain too stubborn to switch to the superior Wordpress or Tumblr.