A Black Person Dialogue.
"Hi, I was just looking out my window and I couldn't help but to notice a Yorkshire Terrier in the street outside my house. I believe that the same dog was chased by the local kids back here. Is he your dog?"
"Yea, he my dog."
"Oh, great. I'm glad he's safe, then. He was just so small and skiddish, I didn't want him to get hurt. You know how the people speed down here."
"Why you talkin' like dat?"
"I know what the hell it is. Why you speakin' it like that?"
"I'm a native speaker."
"Don't tell me what the fuck I already know. You sound white."
"I didn't realize that colors have sounds."
"I mean like white people, lil' gurl."
"So are you trying to say that my voice sounds akin to a white woman's usual dialect?"
"Stop gettin' smart with me, bitch."
"So now I'm an increasingly intelligent female dog? I feel as if I should see that as a compliment."
"Have a great day, ma'am."
Now That You’re Gone
My body tingles lightly as the numbness spreads
My heavy heart sinks to the pit of my stomach
The nausea bubbles and rises
Overwhelming my senses
Uncontrollable tears flooding down my face.
Like Atlas, I am left buckling under the weight of this world
As reality sets in.
Now I am truly alone.
So, W-h-a-t’s U-p W-i-t-h T-h-a-t?
Dear Food Industry,
So, what's up with these foods with letters in them? I absolutely cannot STAND soup, so I've never had 'Alphabet' soup, but the cereal? Alpha-Bits? Now, that's the shit, right there. And I keep getting bowl after bowl, so I can see all the words I can spell out. Like, I love to spell out the time of day; I mean, if I'm eating in the a.m, I try to spell "morning" and if I'm eating in the p.m, it's "afternoon" or "evening" or "night". I've eaten so much damn cereal, I'm nearly big as a h-o-u-s-e, now...See there? See what I did? I just HAD to spell out a word and it's all your damn fault. And as if spelling out actual w-o-r-d-s isn’t bad enough, I’ve now found myself trying to do the whole alphabet. And I have yet to do it. The furthest I’ve gotten is to the letter “N”. How the fuck can you call yourself “Alpha-Bits” when you’re missing some of the bits? I just don’t get it.
And heaven forbid, it’s a day or evening or night when I want to make a whole sentence…Actually, I kind of like that, but then the whole bowl is soggy, by the time I get done and that is not good. My greatest fear is that I’ll empty a whole box at once cuz I’m trying to write an actual story. I imagine it’ll be doubly-hard since there are some bits – or should that be “bets”? – that are always missing.
And worst of all? Now I'm a criminal! I'm a damn cereal-killer.
I hope you rot in hell,
- Unhappy Serial-Eater.
Please don't remember this.
Please don't remember me.
Take back these moments and the memories.
Take back the pain on the inflicted and the dead.
Take back the suffering, give it to me instead.
I know I didn't do this, I wish I was to blame.
I wish I could fix this, or you could hate me instead.
I wish you could ease that hollowness from what was stolen from you.
I wish I could give you back that innocence.
I wish you didn't have to see my face in such circumstances.
I wish we hadn't met.
Maybe if you didn't know me, then maybe you wouldn't have been through that night.
Maybe you wouldn't feel so dirty, so filthy inside.
I wish you could scrub away their actions like you can the blood.
I wish it was that easy for you.
I was a witness, I wish I was the victim instead.
It pains me to see you like this, and no one knows but us.
They don't know what the scars in your eyes mean. They don't know why you flinch at their actions. They don't see how their words hurt you.
I wish I could fix this, this agony.
I wish you could face the monster and hurt him even a fraction of how he hurt you.
I wish that face didn't haunt you, make you so unsure.
I wish you felt safe for once since that day.
I wish I could do something to ease the unbearable burden.
I wish.... I wish.....