Asac

I tried to tell a muslim man that my love is not in vain.

merely jovial but good

through & through—wore

with the crown of shame..

I am greyed

in the worst of pain

in the worst of love

& I see you only

understand the extremes

of black & white.

oh,

how we choose our deaths.

Not even my lover had the courage to love me

so I give you grace.

I am my grandmother’s child,

otherwise an it. a body

too used & too broken

I’m threaded with a miracle called life.

One time I sparked my blunt

after my day job

only to jolt in my remains. split

straight up the middle, broken right, up slanted

—dead.

it took three years for my life

to reveal. this is

a poet trying (as uzi says) to be understood.

revolutionary.