my gender?

pronouns are n o t  a part of the definition of my gender  Bell defines what gender means to Bell pronouns don’t define my gender  starfish, octopi, elephants, ants, bees,  blue jays, cattle, mountains, and clouds define my gender  fear no longer defines my gender  abuela thank you for your endless guidance  gender in this capitalist society is a “science”  i’ll always lean into your valiance my love for community, collective solidarity,  revolution,communalism, define my gender  Pan-Africanism is one unified Africa under scientific socialism and it’s a part of my gender  Pan-Africanism is our collective destiny  and only then we, . . .

If Isr*el Dropped A Bomb On A Dog Shelter

By Landon Smith Hillary Clinton would call it genocide a minute laterJill Biden would slap the Senility back into Joe and hiscondemnation would be swiftCop Kamala would call Netanyahu a monster and demand he bebrought in front of the ICCThe New York Times would bold letter a denunciation about thehorrors and inhumanityandHow could theyandWhat kind of person would fire missiles indiscriminately into ashelter of innocent dogs who have done nothing but try to live andloveThe BBC would invite Israeli officials on air and tell them there arecertain lines you don’t cross and bombing dogs is one of themThe calls for . . .

THE LEAVES CHANGE COLOR DURING CAMPAIGN SEASON

By Darius Simpson following Lumumba’s assassination exploitation of the Congo went on undeterred by democratic facade neo-colonial puppets with european spines to neutralize the Black Liberation Army we were g(r)ifted with Black aesthetics Black mayors and Black billionaires they offer intersectional excuses  for blood splatter murals downtown pigs kept their mercenary commissions under the guise of cultural progress New Afrikan Independence is shrouded in ahistorical attachment to race the pot called the kettle African the kettle joined the military to prove its loyalty to the president in other news a leaf is still a leaf falls eventually as all empires . . .

The Quiet Part

how dare they stop a ship because people are dying? how dare they disrupt money because blood is flowing? how dare they fight back during these peacefully violent times? don’t they know this is barbarism? no not what we’re doing. no i don’t see the irony. no we won’t be taking questions. they cease only when fired upon do with that information whatever you must they transmute all human desire to consumption will burn until met with sufficient suppression if you let ‘em they will swallow themselves but only after mountains of calcified corpses three months into publicized genocidal aggression . . .

Say Less

Believe it ignore it Acknowledge it or not Whether you can see Or determine it Cool with it like it Identify it or not You don’t get to tell us Who & what we are Who to love or who to hate You are not who you Purport to be You are not above laws Of nature and the universe You are not God We done had enough Of your oppression and mass-produced poverty We trudge forward without Bosses racists patriarchs Capitalists imperialists Or settler colonizers Liberation under construction A dignified existence Built upon destruction . . .