Slam poetry 22 jump streets-zumbi

Slam poetry 22 jump stree-

Slam poetry:

I receive a hashtag cross-stitched with

my own tongue and spine and deliver an

update from the other side I died and

lived to tell about it

live to tell and beat a tale told after

the fact I was starving for applause so

loud that I could hear it from

underground but now I am full of wicked

spirit question if I am black and refuse

to ask for permission does that make me

dead already

if my throat is thirsty for a Red River

Revolution does that make me the anomaly

they warned you about the word zombie

first appeared in the English language

Slam poetry 22 jump stree-zumbi

and reference to Zumbi king of a 17th

century settlement of fugitive Africans

in Brazil the language gogo gives us

the words in zombie meaning God and

zombie meaning fetish object of

irrational devotion and zombie breath

crept up on enslaved Africans and Haiti

scarlet Sun holds its tongue and I fear

getting stuck somewhere between hell and

gone when

 I first appeared in American

cinema they called me ghoul flesh-eating

demon of Arabic folklore derived from a

glad meaning to curse to see I just

crashed the Crypt stole back my own body

this object of irrational devotion

nowadays I hold myself the way only 

a casket can imagine this

to be reanimated Malcolm-x of Mosiah

silly Harriet Tubman tintype come to

life and we be busting bodies that

Slam poetry 22 jump stree-zumbi

broken words

breathe lilac lily and late to the party

non-black a lie ship asthmatic because

violence is never the answer until you

start asking the right questions and me

am starving so when my jaw comes

unhinged and my cake a cake gets gotta

got her to know that the dead have risen

long before the outbreak black death

they buried and taunted us with

individual eulogies the gall of the

living to make one story into many

 I have been a laboratory and come out mad

scientist what I mean is the only way to

kill a ghoul is to strike it dead in one

blow for the second blow breathes life

back into it so count how many times you

flinched

the blood dripping from my teeth and if

every flinch is a wound then that

raspberry crimson in the corner of my

mouth tastes nothing like me

Slam poetry 22 jump stree-zumbi

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