I advance within the pulverized air
I advance within the pulverized air
That vigorously attacks the instant.
I rumble in my muscles of good tidings
With my reservation as drunken as the
Word nigger spoken on the tongue
Emptied of compassion.
My poems are blemishes of suicide
Humble by the unformed evidence
Deformed defiance when the geography
Of the dawn loose of its strength and intelligence
And fall free from the self I keep hidden
In my back pocket.
I am more then the business end of my prick
Designated as a common warrior
Of negritude most profound against the
Cowardly determination of arbitrary discrimination.
Suddenly my country stands up against
The apocalyptic pestilence of interdiction
And the conquest designated paternal
When the stones of broken clouds
Convulse the intestinal constitution.
The word nigger unlike most words will not be ignored
For all the bitter taste of spilled blood but it can
Be disarmed, it’s an ignominious that clinches
The inquisitive tongue of children.
I surrender the weakness of my conscience
For reasons perceived blind to the brotherhood.
poem by David E. Patton
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