NYU Black Renaissance Noire Fall 2015 Volume 15.2 - Page 105

BLACK RENAISSANCE NOIRE 103 asylum seekers sucking our country dry niggers with their hands out they smell strange savage messed up their country and now they want to mess ours up how do the words the dirty looks roll off your backs maybe because the blow is softer than a limb torn off or the words are more tender than fourteen men between  your legs or the insults are easier  to swallow than rubble than bone than your child body in pieces. I want to go home, but home is the mouth of a shark home is the barrel of the gun and no one would leave home unless home chased you to the shore unless home told you  to quicken your legs leave your clothes behind crawl through the desert wade through the oceans drown save be hunger beg forget pride your survival is more important no one leaves home until home is a sweaty voice in your ear sayingleave, run away from me now i don’t know what i’ve become but i know that anywhere is safer than here.