It’s frustrating because i created this
at sixteen.
I untied the loose laces of white propriety
that promised to leave our beloved N-word alone.
Nigga is Black brilliance.
Nigga is Black power.
Nigga is not the firmly clenched fist raised defiantly in the air.
Nigga is the lone, abrasive middle finger, Palmer’s cocoa butter
droplets surging through its cracks.
Sure, say it . . . i ain’t trippin’.
Muddy your tongue in the seductive cool of Black pain’s pedigree,
let it prance as the rumbles of “Gold Digger” ripple the wet side of your cheeks,
then feel it tangle you . . . give me a show.
Nigga is black fetishization.
Nigga is black commodification.
Nigga is white thirst.
Nigga is america’s most contagious export, lethal as it is lucrative.
