One day you’ll have to come to Paris too & visit. Would be proud to have you claim some space on a poetry stage out here of course. Keep slaying it.
We Ain’t Even ‘posed to Be (Here): The Brown Boy Considers Mississippi On His First Day
I swore we would not begin in history, but I am a remixer of promises where it suits me which is a pretty way of saying that I knew that was a lie when I swore it to myself. It is a morning in the thick suck of August in a future I would have called a lie less than a year ago, not just a lie but a bold lie. That I might at the end of the indisputably hardest thus far year of my life be an MFA candidate, Black as I am, Brown as I am? Unlikely. That I might do so in Mississippi was something for which dialogue around the South had never truly prepared me.
Where my family and the concept and reality of South have…
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