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Through poetry and playwriting I go to the limits of my being to forever discover the essence of rebirth within. I explore the world and how it closes in on itself with its prejudices. My poems and plays are weapons and blessings that I use to liberate myself, to validate our realities as gay black men, and to elucidate the human struggle. What better place to celebrate this movement than on the page and on the stage

Assotto Saint. “Why I Write.” Spells of a Voodoo Doll. New York: Masquerade, 1996. 8. Print. (via stetx)

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4 months ago on 01/08/12 at 10:51pm

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I have never been a good conformist in anything, any group. I’ve been very constant in terms of what i believe in, but i’m not going to be curtailed or constrained in the passion of my beliefs by anybody.

“Portrait of Literary Feminism” - Ntozake Shange

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6 months ago on 11/08/11 at 01:06pm

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with no immediate cause by ntozake shange

every 3 minutes a woman is beaten
every five minutes a
woman is raped/ every ten minutes
a lil girl is molested
yet i rode the subway today
i sat next to an old man who
may have beaten his old wife
3 minutes ago or 3 days/ 30 years ago
he might have sodomized his
daughter but i sat there
cuz the young men on the train
might beat some young women
later in the day or tomorrow
i might not shut the door fast
enuf/ push hard enuf
every 3 minutes it happens
some woman’s innocence
rushes to her cheeks/ pours from her mouth
like the betsy wetsy dolls have been torn
apart/ their mouths
mensis red & split/ every
three minutes a shoulder
is jammed through the plaster & the oven door/
chairs push thru the rib cage/ hot water or
boiling sperm decorate her body
i rode the subway today
& bought a paper from a
man who might
have held his old lady onto
a hot pressing iron/ i don’t know
maybe he catches lil girls in the
park & rips open their behinds
with steel rods/ i cdnt decide
what he might have done i only
know every 3 minutes
every 5 minutes every 10 minutes/ so
i bought the paper
looking for the announcement
there has to be an announcement
of the women’s bodies found
yesterday/ the missing little girl
i sat in a restaurant with my
paper looking for the announcement
a yng man served me coffee
i wondered did he pour the boiling
coffee/ on the woman cuz she was stupid/
did he put the infant girl/ in
the coffee pot/ with the boiling coffee/ cuz she cried
too much
what exactly did he do with hot coffee
i looked for the announcement
the discovery/ of the dismembered
woman’s body/ the
victims have not all been
identified/ today they are
naked & dead/ refuse to
testify/ one girl out of 10’s not
coherent/ i took the coffee
& spit it up/ i found an
announcement/ not the woman’s
bloated body in the river/ floating
not the child bleeding in the
59th street corridor/ not the baby
broken on the floor/
”there is some concern
that alleged battered women
might start to murder their
husbands & lovers with no
immediate cause”
i spit up i vomit i am screaming
we all have immediate cause
every 3 minutes
every 5 minutes
every 10 minutes
every day
women’s bodies are found
in alleys & bedrooms/ at the top of the stairs
before i ride the subway/ buy a paper/ drink
coffee/ i must know/
have you hurt a woman today
did you beat a woman today
throw a child cross a room
are the lil girl’s panties
in yr pocket
did you hurt a woman today