American Sonnet for My Past and Future Assassin [But there never was a black male hysteria]
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American Sonnet for My Past and Future Assassin [But there never was a black male hysteria]
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But there never was a black male hysteria Breaking & entering wearing glee & sadness And the light grazing my teeth with my lighter To the night with the flame like a blade cutting Me slack along the corridors with doors of offices Orifices vomiting tears & fire with my two tongues Loose & shooing under a high-top of language In a layer of mischief so traumatized trauma Delighted me beneath the tremendous Stupendous horrendous undiscovered stars Burning where I didn't know how to live My friends were all the wounded people The black girls who held their own hands Even the white boys who grew into assassins
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- Terrance Hayes