Piñatas – Too Much Black on No Black Pete

31 Oct

Cyon Black faceI create this crystal clear spell
to show that there is more hell
to life than racism experienced well
and tell.

Behind racism showing coil and fuse,
are very sick minds that will use
any excuse blaming victim to abuse
and misuse.

No poetry to it, when you draw tit,
so that, you inhale ready spit
to exhale ferreting out that grit
and shit.

Some of us have stories to tell about abuse and misuse and that shit.
Instead of claiming to be a poet, I make room for the real deal. No ish.

Pages Matam

Text of the Poem “Pinatas” a #necessary piece.

After Tina Mion’s “Pinata” painting

To the man on the bus I overheard tell a woman in conversation – presumably a friend:
“you are too ugly to be raped…”

…Dear man on the bus,
Tell the one in five women of this country, that they are beautiful,
their four counterparts, spared torment ugly.

Tell the one in three women of this world,
That you will not make piñatas of their bodies.
Watch morsels of them, spill greedily
to the famished smiles of your ignorance
Shaped like bloodthirsty children. How your words
Hit repeatedly, until they broke open
Like shattered papier-mache cradle
How their blood flowed like candy until Hollow insides
Jaws mangled into misfortune from when they tried to scream
For Legs torn crucifix
Loud cry of eyes muted
Tell them how beautiful their silence is.

…Dear man on the bus
From smothering cat-calls,
to quickened pace of trek home
Rape with a dress on.
Rape without a dress on.
Raped as children, who couldn’t even dress themselves.
Tell them how ugly their consent was.

Tell the depression, the post traumatic stress
The unreported. Tell Mahmudiyah,
A footnote in the history of crimson Iraqi sands
How beautiful the military’s silence is
Cloaked in how we don’t ask, and they
didn’t tell, in the name of country.

Tell Elizabeth Fritzl
How pretty the flame of her skin was,
that turned her Father a torturous moth of incest
‘til she gave birth to 7 choices she never had

…Dear man on the bus
Tell my 11th grade student, Lauren
That she wanted it, her beauty had them coming.
Tell my 7th grade student, Mickayla
That she wanted it, her beauty had him coming.
Tell my 3rd grade student, Andre
That he wanted it, his beauty had him coming.

Tell the 8 year old me,
The God in me I loved fiercely was so gorgeous,
that cousin twice my age,
wanted to molest the Holy out of me,
Peeled raw
until I was as ugly as she was.

Rape is a coward hiding its face in the make-up of silence.
A murderous fruit, that grows best in the shadows of taboo.
A Vietnam prostitute with red white and blue skin,
A murmur of bodies left vacant
by the souls that spend years, pills, poems, and death
trying to learn to reclaim them.

…Dear nameless assailant
How this bus carries the burden of your stick and blindfold Patriarchy
that has only taught you to treat women like ceiling strung jugs
Violence claws up from your throat,
Like a monstrous accomplice to the 97 percent
that will never see jail

…Dear man on the bus
As these words fall out of your mouth,
I pray no one finds your children beautiful enough
to break open, making a decorative silent spectacle out of them.

Found at: http://iamsophus .wordpress.com/2013/10/30/to-the-man-on-the-bus-pages-matam/
Text from: https://www.facebook. com/pages.matam/posts/465497106897032




6 Responses to “Piñatas – Too Much Black on No Black Pete”

  1. Kushite Prince October 31, 2013 at 6:40 pm #

    Great post! Another No Black Pete classic!

    • No Black Pete October 31, 2013 at 8:23 pm #

      Thanks, Prince. Pages Matam shows himself a Negus. Add his third eye and you got a genius. Peace.

  2. stuartbramhall October 31, 2013 at 9:38 pm #

    You have pretty much convinced me that the utter vileness of racism can’t be captured in prose. Only poetry is strong enough, I guess cause of the images poetry creates in your mind. All you can do if someone lays out the facts and figures of racism is to say “ain’t it awful.” And it’s far too easy for white people to find some way to distract themselves and move on. When too many images stick in your mind, it becomes impossible to move on.

    • No Black Pete November 1, 2013 at 9:11 am #

      Much appreciated. There is a point where “ain’t it awful” will invoke only hostile silence. Forcing the utterers to decide whether to do some thing or to ignore the whole thing. What thing? I will show them your comment.

  3. hunglikejesus November 4, 2013 at 11:33 pm #

    My brother from some other Black woman.


    • No Black Pete November 4, 2013 at 11:39 pm #

      Glad you liked it. Peace.

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