Bill Cosby, R. Kelly, Michael Jackson, Fathers, Step Fathers, Uncles, Cousins, Boyfriends and Strangers: Never Again

will we deny the scars left by your hands.
The lies told after deeds done in dark spaces under half-moon
skies. The stars were snatched from our innocent eyes.
And we will not protect you under the veil of blackness.

The lies, about dark deeds in private spaces under half-moons,
words whispered softly, like “don’t tell” and “keep this.”
We will never again protect you under the veil of blackness,
or stifle victims’ pain for your glory.

The lies! The deeds done in dark spaces under half-moons
will come to the light, and bring ire despite
softly whispered words, like “don’t tell” and “keep this
to yourself, young black or non-black girl.”

We will not protect you underneath the pitch black
skies. Stars were snatched from our innocent eyes!
So there will be no silent victims’ pain for your glory.
No. We will never again deny the scars left by your hands.

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Rum Drum

I fall in love with body parts
Minds, hands, lips
Embraces
And vocalized thoughts
Slip into my chest
Burying themselves
Who are you
With dark art wound round your arms
You, who has stolen my gaze
And now holds me captive
With not more than pure aura
Mine is orange
And yours
Purple
I swear, royal
like Tut and Cleopatra
The gloom boom of your absence
lurks even now
The beat begins
Somewhere near my thigh
and rises…