NYU Black Renaissance Noire Fall 2013 - Page 101

99 BLACK RENAISSANCE NOIRE Give me some room cause I got cranes to hold in this bitter sky, cranes to fly to weedy streams where water takes wing. Round, round a third grade classroom we go. They’ve been beating both of us, you know, beating beating beating until we deny ourselves the right to love, the right to feel beloved, worthy and true. These words prick your hog tough hide, you say, make you see you buried two, doing the usual pretense, defense, taking offense, any fence, even nonsense to keep the barricade up so you don’t feel yourself suffering humiliations the heartless impose to keep us all bogged down, so you can deny that you feel what you throw away and what you keep, this heart a sack out the window whoosh, as you passed by but I got it back, Jack, yes Siree, cradled it back inside me where its rhythms keep renewing, breaking and beginning beating beating beating beating beating through my body now. BRN-FALL-2013.indb 99 9/13/13 12:48 AM