Black Pride

As I lay upon my bed

Fairies and Falcons

Twerk in my head

The night yawns long

While I lay awake

Black Pride is haunting

With never a fright

I thought to be messy

I thought to compel

In a Dave Chappell mask

I wonder if they’d yell

Would they run amuck

Or not give a, a fudge

Who cares

It’s Tequila he pours

Halloween to all you whores

Whether fright or tweets

There’s candy tonight

And a lot of Black meats. 👻👻👻🎃🎃🎃

Growing up everything was reversed

in my world. The Blacker your skin you were definitely “in”. Everyone was gay. Everyone was everything EXCEPT straight.

A cousin from Texas created an entire musical with just this point of view. What would people do if people told this truth? I think people would be happier but humans would go extinct.

When I was overseas, the men were all over each other but with tenderness. Tenderness. Gentleness. They were kind to me. I never felt that any of them would attack me. Meanwhile, the Americans were raping everyone- men and women.

I was targeted while visiting another base and a tall, jet Black Native American from the state of Ohio saved me. I was grateful to him and to him. I stayed under his protection until I left his base. I don’t remember his name but he is unforgettable to me.

As I watch the Black Pride attendees I think of him. There are so many things Americans do not know about their own family members much less states where we have never set foot in.

Halloween reminds me of “the unknowns “. I wonder about General Colin Powell, this is his first Halloween beyond the veil… my son Joseph has been there eight years now.

I told my Mother that being on the other side is like being in Baghdad. When it was daytime in Houston it was nighttime in Baghdad. I knew my family existed in another “reality” far different than mine. I had to get acclimated. My dreams were different.

I could still communicate with Mother but I couldn’t explain to her what Baghdad was like. She couldn’t comprehend it. Many other things I couldn’t tell her because I was forbidden to. Only people who were there could know.

That’s Halloween to me.

I have a brother in jail. He has been there for many years. He may die there in prison. I put money on his books and buy commissary for him just as I put flowers on my Joseph’s grave and scrub his tombstone on Memorial Day. It’s a way to show love.

Halloween is a time to think of those we don’t see anymore and an opportunity to remind ourselves that things are not what they appear.

What is Halloween to you?

I was sitting in my car earlier listening to the radio and songs that I sang with Joseph came onto the radio. I know it’s silly but I thought it was his way of saying hello to me. Tomorrow night the veil is supposed to be very thin and we may see those on the other side. I don’t believe it because I know what it’s like to be on another continent. Without a compass you can’t tell what direction is where. It’s like being on another planet.

Even so communication was possible… I called her, she answered. She called me, I answered. What if on Halloween highlights what is possible any day of the week?

I think you phone is ringing…will you answer tonight?