i’m sick of pretending to give a shit about what whypeepo think by Danez Smith

i’m sick of pretending to give a shit about what whypeepo think

 

on the best days, i don’t remember their skin

the kingdom & doom of it, their coy relationship to sunlight

 

band-aids are the color of the ones who make the wound

& whats a band-aid to a bullet to the rent is sky high & we gotta move?

 

i have no desire to desire what they apparently have

i want quiet & peace & enough weed to last through Saturday

 

so now that we’re done talking about them, do you think

its appropriate to call that nigga Obama a nigga in public?

 

i have accepted that they who is always they will always be

looking so what’s the use in holding back my black cackle

 

& juke? what’s the purpose in being black if you have to spend

it trying to prove all the ways your not? i’m done with race

 

hahahaha could you imagine if it was what easy? to just say

i’m done & all the scars turn into ravens

 

the trees forget their blood memory & the city

lose all it’s teeth? when people say they’re post race

 

i think they’re saying their done with black people

done with immigrants, officially believing America

 

began when the white people demanded their freedom

from the other white people i’m post America in that case

 

i’m so far in the future i’m on the beaches of Illinois

southern coast of a has been empire

 

telling my grandkids about the dust that use to rule us