Bullet Points
BY JERICHO BROWN
I will not shoot myself
In the head, and I will not shoot myself
In the back, and I will not hang myself
With a trashbag, and if I do,
I promise you, I will not do it
In a police car while handcuffed
Or in the jail cell of a town
I only know the name of
Because I have to drive through it
To get home. Yes, I may be at risk,
But I promise you, I trust the maggots
Who live beneath the floorboards
Of my house to do what they must
To any carcass more than I trust
An officer of the law of the land
To shut my eyes like a man
Of God might, or to cover me with a sheet
So clean my mother could have used it
To tuck me in. When I kill me, I will
Do it the same way most Americans do,
I promise you: cigarette smoke
Or a piece of meat on which I choke
Or so broke I freeze
In one of these winters we keep
Calling worst. I promise if you hear
Of me dead anywhere near
A cop, then that cop killed me. He took
Me from us and left my body, which is,
No matter what we've been taught,
Greater than the settlement
A city can pay a mother to stop crying,
And more beautiful than the new bullet
Fished from the folds of my brain.
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10 STEPS to Non-Optical Allyship from Mireille Cassandra Harper. For people who actively want to be a support and be an ally right now, read, share and LIVE this thread. #ally #blacklivesmatter #educateyourself #voteblue2020 #votehimout
Twitter is where I share my politics, and this is where I share pretty food and flowers and dumb FBF pics, because that’s what’s been getting me through. Lately, I’ve been watching things grow in my yard and spending more time than usual turning food into art. I often do my best thinking and writing in the kitchen. I cried through a good part of making this dish. I’ve heard a lot of people saying that they feel guilty for having a good life when our country is in chaos, but guilt isn’t going to help anyone. No one is telling you it’s wrong to enjoy your life. My life has been HARD, but I’ve never had to worry that my brother or sister or husband or wife or child was going to be killed for moving about the world, trying to enjoy their lives. Guilt is a helpless emotion that just leads to more inaction. We’ve got to put our creative energy into finding new ways to talk to each other and to look for new solutions, and this requires humility — not guilt. So let’s nourish ourselves however we need to, and let’s also use that energy to help whenever and wherever and however we can. It’s time to gather our strength, mobilize and MOVE. #VOTE #voteblue2020 #turnpablue #votehimout #vegetarian #brotherlylove #sisterlylove
Today's writing reminder: sometimes it's not the material that's making you tired, it's defending yourself against the material that's making you tired. Truth is energizing! (But first, it might make you miserable.)
Monday writing rituals on Tuesday. #holidayweekend #writingrituals #cottagecorelesbians
