A Gathering of writers
Brady bunch tile squared
looks like a Masters class
wading intersectionality
gasping for craft
inside the cannon
yet outside of familiar
A gathering of writers
examining voices
they consume and shelve
purchasing bodies
of work
validated by prizes
and not presence.
Yet, I am here.
A gathering of writers
who never had to work twice as hard
to get half as far
they reside in varied privileges
with suburban sunsets
and off grid saviorism
they swill mugs full of words
expansive explanations
wrought with everything wrong.
The room is oozing with assumptions
mediocrity made payable in private loans
baited breathes are frosty
getting that colonialism smear
on class discussions
peer reviewed and praised
The room is oozing with assumptions
usurping stories for the remix
fucking up the cadence
with defiance and defense
stepping over real living
with a bullhorn
painted in by an Adam
who's genes can be traced to Africa's Eve.
A gathering of writers
waves a brave flag
contains safety in the exchanges
Lowering the ickiness
to taste like a sour patch kid
or a mouthful of poprocks
A gathering of writers
crackles and pops
wrestling with perception
roping the steer
bred to forget it's girth
and weight;
ink and soil and bull's skin is Black.
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