Chapter 7: Spirit World (Excerpt from “Master of Silence”)

Avatar Maya turned a sunray inside out,

smiling big as she sewed the fragile thing to a cloud

The wonderful thing about rainbows does not lie in its sheen

But in how often honest souls smile when a rainbow is seen”

then she shimmered and galaxies shimmied in the wind as she smiled a solar flare

and baby clouds giggle-glowed

while weaving laughter in her hair


Rest in love, Dr. Maya Angelou

No More Hand Me Downs

this weight is not mine
i won’t wear it

you can keep it for yourself
since you want to be down

this weight is not mine
i won’t wear it

don’t care how stylish it is
don’t matter how fine an antique–
don’t nothing that heavy belong to me

keep it for yourself
if you want to be down


-Rahk.

#poem, #poetry, #raw, #relationships, #sons

Rather Than Silence

I’d rather you scream
So long as your scream
Contains the reason
Why your I love you hides behind your teeth

I’d rather you cuss
And belittle my concerns
So long as I know what it is
I have done to hold your I love you hostage

I’d rather you sob
Through confessions of doubt
So long as I bear witness to the certainty of your will

I’d rather yell
I’d rather fuss
I’d rather leave
Than smear silence
In your open wounds


~Rahk.

#poem, #raw, #relationships

Mending

Learned at an early age
that words carry weight
only broken bone I’ve had
is being called a fag one time
too many
and there aint no cast
for that kind of injury.
Can’t set spirit the
way you set bone.
They don’t quite mend the same
but no surprise they don’t
quite bend the same either.

#grief, #lgbtqa, #poem, #poetry, #raw, #water

With a Note

In 2012, all I had of yours:
a whisper in the dark
a hug behind closed curtains
the questions you left me with.

They belonged to you:
That fitted-cap whisper
That capricious hug
That polluted reality.
I never wanted your things

You gave me:
mixed whispers,
closed-curtained embraces,
subconscious kisses,
Now in broad daylight,
I lay them on your back porch.

I deserved more than your darkness.


-Rahk

#grief, #letter, #poem, #poetry, #raw, #relationships, #water

The Statement Jussie Smollet Did Not Make

Jussie:

I am here, asserting my innocence
The same way my attackers demonstrated that
my black gay life does not matter
That my black
And my gay
Should be washed away in a violent baptism

I am here, before you, my truth having been arrested
But I will not remain silent

For as I bled, as I became intimate
with the state of this union,
My name and my story
continued to be brutalized
on a cold night in Chicago

It is only by God that I am here
So I am here
Before your flashing lights
And heavy glares
Carrying the bloody brown stains
of my public dragging
The hooping and hollering of sirens
mocking my wounds, deeming them self-inflicted
as their ropes scarred my wrists

Because I am Black. Because I am unafraid to love.
Because I am not a nigger to be hung as the birds tweet
about my smell
Because I am not a faggot to be gagged and
consumed by your self-righteous fire

Because I am here
Standing before you
Twice a victim
Twice a survivor
And though it is my right,
I will not remain silent


-Rahk (on the Jussie Smollet disposition)

#jussie-smollet, #letter, #lgbtqa, #poem, #poetry, #raw

Ground Zero

a woman
deaf to her innervoice
cannot sing aloud
she cannot sing aloud
the truths swirling in her belly

and were she a man
he would shatter around
the song he could not sing
fearing his voice to be
quieter than hurricanes

and were she Black
she’d carry that muted song
beneath fields where her
siblings swung like grotesque bells
on a land whispered in the ears of corn
she nurtured but could not feed
her frail children

and were she homosexual
her song would falter
as it sat on the last pew;
witnessing Samson hurl pillars
from the pulpit–
her inner voice rending the silence
after the crumbling temple
decided Delilah should no longer
have breath to speak

a woman
having been silenced
to the detriment of her womb

a woman
having been silenced
to the detriment of her ego

a woman
having been silenced
to the detriment of her labor

a woman
having been silenced
to the detriment of her sacred places

digs through the debris of man’s pride,
with calloused hands and open wounds,
to free her voice from humility

-Rahk.