So I Won't Hang Around In My

I Am Torn In Two But I Will Conquer Myself.

It Doesn't Matter Who My Father Was; It Matters Who I Remember He Was.

I Think I've Been Writing Black Poems All Along, Wearing My White Mask. I'm Always The Victim ... But No Longer!

I Am Stuffing Your Mouth With Your Promises And Watching You Vomit Them Out Upon My Face.

Pulling Off The Fat Diamond Engagement Ring, Pulling Off The Elopement Wedding Ring, And Holding Them, Clicking Them In Thumb And Forefinger, The Indent Of Twenty-five Years, Like A Tiny Rip Leaving Its Mark.