high society

“the master’s tools will never
dismantle
the master’s house
but we are not mere tools
so let us not speak of our troubles
yours
and mine
inside this castle..}
{this fortress
is fortified
by hands
crumbled under bricks
and lay against crushed clay mortar
as if moths between jars
and concrete;
metal hats
fit not our crowns
and royal jelly
dissolves our teeth.

our conversation
never meant was contained to be:
the word,when  &
the creator spoke silence
into nothingness

we are (and always halve been) -ness  and -ness
and -ness  and -ness,
less than a whole
but always together
more

———————
The beginning of the quote is the title of an essay on anti-racist, pro-queer feminism by Audre Lorde. The essay can be found here: http://lists.econ.utah.edu/pipermail/margins-to-centre/2006-March/000794.html

the root

When
Can
I
Stop citing history,
The Facts,
the truth.

And begin
To
Have
 a
  Conversation

About race
& class
& religion
& gender
& ability
Or who i sleep with..

When will the minds of today
Live with the knowledge
That
What-EVER-we-do is a product
Of our theft
 And murder
  And erasure
   Of
     Indigenous peoples

That we're not the first
Or only
To love this land...

That our benefit
Is
Not second cousin
Twice removed
Nor the parent of an aunt
through marriage,

But a stem cut from the root of humanity

When..

When..

When

?