I recently collaborated with the amazing Molly Likovich in writing and performing a slam poem. Please check out the video! I’ll post the text version of the poem following the video. Check out Molly’s website, and support her on Patreon because she’s amazing and deadly with the pen.
Come the tan-faced, the brown, the black, the white, the cream, the coffee, the beans and the burn of it all. Come over the rainbow with a chunk of it in your pocket–you are the pioneers
now. Come the vulvas, the uteruses, the unwanted organs. Come with your registry papers and your languid convictions clutched in your
sinews–you are the pioneers now.
Come to the alabaster seas and let their honorable hands find
fruit, let the flaxen-haired mongrels find washed-up woman–
hood. Let them know you’re mouth is made of lilies and hemlock–now
you’re the pioneers. You are the daughters of un-burned witches. You are salt and gritty bones. Come you who can drown oceans. Washington
has no lifeboats–you are now the pioneers.
There will be no time to turn back. You inherited this wild
west. The souls need action–you are the pioneers.
January pavement, you ache to walk
in a room–talking to Maya Angelou.
Feasting on pomegranates, you know no one
will sing for him. Yellow-starred, and pink-triangled.
We get there together, or not
at all. We are the pioneers now.
Do you dare disturb everything?
Daydreamer, and lollygagger. No more hitting send.
Now, you walk, pioneer.