Chapters (46)
- Cover
- Also by Phillip B. Williams
- Epigraph
- Final First Poem
- Of the Question of Self and How It Never Quite Gets Answered
- Final Poem for the White Students Next Door Who Say “Nigga” When Singing Along to Rap Songs Loud Enough for Me to Hear
- Final Poem as Request for Maskot for White-Ran Journal, or “They Sure Do Love Them Some Black Pain.”
- Order of Events
- Final Poem for a King
- And Now Upon My Head the Crown
- Tabula Rasa
- Final Poem for War During War
- Interlude: Sasa and Zamani
- Final Poem for Amiri Baraka
- The Flying African
- Mushmouf’s Maybe-Crown
- Final Poem for the Crow
- Final Poem for the “Black Body”
- January 1, 2018
- Final Poem as Tidalectic Elegy
- Herald
- The Field
- Hunter
- Final Poem for the Deer
- Final Poem as Nocturne into Aubade, or Sonrise
- Final Poem for the Biography of a Black Man as Animal and His Enforced Embrace of a Human Praxis
- Black Joy
- Judgment
- Final Poem for the Famous Poet
- January 28, 1918
- Final Poem for the Bullet
- “Ne Me Quitte Pas”: I Put a Spell on You: Nina Simone: 1965
- Final Poem for the Moon
- The Void
- Final Poem for My Father Misnamed in My Mouth
- Final Poem for the “Field of Poetry”
- The Asphodel
- Shame
- Final Poem for Grandma Elizabeth’s Cancer
- Final Poem of Persona
- Mastery
- In the Beginning
- NOTES
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- About the Author
- What’s next onyour reading list?
FINAL POEM AS REQUEST FOR MASKOT FOR WHITE-RAN JOURNAL, OR “THEY SURE DO LOVE THEM SOME BLACK PAIN.”
Tell us duh one bout dem chirren and duh bullets dey eat
Tell us duh one bout dem roaches makin love to yo feet
Tell us duh one bout yo grandmammy’s hands:
callused and cookin, cansuh everywhere but her hands
Tell us bout her mouf too: “Oh Lawdy Jesus,” “Wrench around . . . ,”
“Bout scared me half to DEATH” she make purty sounds
Tell us duh one bout white people cuttin you
in line [did yuh neck do that back
and forf thing finguh waggin
lips lippin “nuh uh no she di-int”]
Tell us duh one bout duh woman duh rope and duh bridge
[O dere was a baby dat fell out and bumped its head
on duh wata followin duh drinkin gourd
or nah?]
Is you submittin to my journal or nah?
You spoken word or nah?
You hopin whitey gets his just due
flippin duh bird or nah?
All da boys in duh hinterland killed
cause uh duh hoodie monster
You gots anymo uh dem po-lice poems wit duh
Hippity Hop refrences wit dem thugs and da trees?
I sho love me some Hippity Hop refrences
But why thugs always smokin on dem trees
Don’t dey know dey histry is
to run from burnin trees?
Duh way you write nigga makes me thank [of] my mama
Tell us duh one bout music comin from duh eyes
Was dat “Purple Rain” or “Duh Coluh Purple” or is it a suhprise?
Tell us “stolen milk,” “watch my chirren when I’m gone,”
“Don’t let him see me dis way,” “I’m so glad Jesus is my home!”
Got anymo uh dem poems bout Celie?
Got some “Give us us free”
in yo packet, yo pote-folio, or yo spahklin CV?
How much fo duh WIC-EBT-lost-bus-card sonnet?
How much fo slave wenches wearin wata-melons as bonnets?
What you got up in dat verse what you got up in dat verse
[a couple uh guns / a couple uh blunts / a couple uh suicide
doors / Dior chokers / all duh shit you adore?]
Dat one gets me so hard/wet at night in duh dahk
Duh dahk got a poem too soundin jus like a knife
slidin through some cone-bread
Soft as a baby
Tell us duh one again bout duh baby