my body is at work
my mind is in Ferguson
my heart is under my shoe -- between her teeth
my body is at work
my mind is on standby
my heart is in fragments echoing different voices off the
walls of
my body is in Ferguson -- tear gas and rubber bullets
my mind is with the children unlearning the Constitution
my heart is in the half written poems I can’t sew together
my body hangs by a belt
shares the same three wishes in my skin as the Genie I grew
up with
my mind is heat-seeking safe & familiar
my heart knows those places don’t exist for my people from
the sun
my body is onstage for as long as I can breathe
my mind is in the hands of a woman who can’t believe I’m
still alive
my heart cries because I don’t get to make that decision
my body is at work
choking on the stares of old white men
my mind hears them thirst and salivate for everything but
my heart is in the streets – people weary of feet
losing family to concrete and tin badges folks wear like
licenses for target practice
my body is a target
my mind is a target
my heart is a hollowed out bull’s-eye empty from the truth
of my existence in this country
my body has a malfunctioning self-destruct button
my mind can’t bring itself to see what you see
my heart wants to believe in something about America that
doesn’t involve the death of my every demographic
my body is at work
my mind is hiding from the shotgun blast of my own
self-loathing
my heart breaks
my body wears a straight face
my mind wants to be selfish today
my heart is in Ferguson
my body is a shell
my mind is a formless hermit crab outgrowing my heart
is too sizes too small for my mind
is too revolutionary for my body
is at work
my mind is in Ferguson
my heart wants it to all be over
my body aches at the injustice
my mind searches for resolution
my heart can’t stomach
my body is at work
my mind is a heart pumping life into my beaten body
it’s all connected
it’s all too real
it’s all here in this body of me
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