Poem
I was born a Black woman and now
I am become a Palestinian
against the relentless laughter of evil
there is less and less living room
and where are my loved ones?
— June Jordan, “Moving towards Home”
he calls them “the children of darkness” and being one myself— having been plucked from between stars, having been born again in the dark, dark bellies of those ship, delivered as cargo onto the suffocating light of america—i find my kin.
human animals he called them, and having been ape, been dog, been mongrel, cattled and culled, i knew who was my brother.
this late in empire, late meaning near its end not near its completion, let my language be clear and dangerous as water. let my mind’s tongue move sound, be exact with where venom is intended and where light sought.
animals. he called them animals.
Free Palestine
said the birds
Free Palestine
said the fish
Free Palestine
said the mice
Free Palestine
said the mountain lions
Free Palestine
said the cattle
Free Palestine
said the wolves
Free Palestine
said the horses
Free Palestine
said the bats
Free Palestine
said the elephants
Free Palestine
said the deer
Free Palestine
said the squirrels
Free Palestine
said the bears
Free Palestine
said the wildebeests
Free Palestine
said the geckos
Free Palestine
said the snakes
Free Palestine
said the dogs & cats F
ree Palestine
said the bees
Free Palestine
said the spiders
Free Palestine
said the ants
Free Palestine
said the rhinoceros
Free Palestine
the birds again
nature
i hear your prayer.
see your terror.
i know my teeth.
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