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Queer black Folk

Posted in African-American, blackness, LGBT, Musings, Poetry, Politics, Race, Sexuality with tags , , , , on September 20, 2011 by drevolutionary1

Queer like honey in my coffee
Like the difference in my love
My lovestyle, not my lifestyle
Get with it man and fight the power

Queer like stories I tell
Regaling you by
Spilling hot tea
And rekindling old flames

Queer like me
Because I’m proud to be different
From my straight brothas and sistas
Because I am someone unique

Queer like the CriticismHate
That I get from family and friends
Who have the same level of melanin
And know the sting of oppression

Queer like Queer
Because the mantras of self-identification seem so many
And agreement on any so few
But that’s ok

Queer like the ancestors
Who give me strength, daily
Who give me encouragement
Who give me hope

Queer like Queer
Like Queer Like
Queer like Queer
Like Queer Like…..


Posted in Poetry, Sex, Sexuality with tags , , , , , , on October 31, 2010 by drevolutionary1

temper the fire that burns within
it makes me a mad man
burns my flesh day out and day in

as it consumes me, I lose control
the fire commands me
to connect with my soul?

untamed, it dances white and hot
it requires quenching
so who is the next victim?

the pain is searing
intensified when it’s on top
please I beg, please make it stop

flames threaten to smother
and I enjoy every moment
melt me down to my bones

how to temper the fire?
quell its irresistible blaze
stave off asphyxiation from the haze…

I am You, You are Me, We are We

Posted in African-American, LGBT, Poetry, Politics, Race, Religion, Sexuality on January 10, 2010 by drevolutionary1

We are the wounded ones
The ones in hiding
Your native daughters and sons
In the church pews, abiding

I am You, You are Me, We are We

We are the soldiers on the front lines
The writers of the great American classic
The rappers with the dope rhymes
The comedians witty and sarcastic

I am You, You are Me, We are We

We are the vagrants on the streets
The teachers bestowing knowledge
The 3-time championship athletes
The freshmen in college

I am You, You are Me, We are We

We are the ones who feel the burn
that can only come from our kin
we experience their throes of misguided love
And they call our love sin?

I am You, You are Me, We are We

But we still heal (your ailments)
But we still defend (you from the criminal justice system)
But we still kneel (to god on your behalf)
But we still lend (money when you’re broke)

I am You, You are Me, We are We

We won’t be placed in a box
Nor set to the side
Not relegated to psychic dimensions, unrealized
We’ve many more times to be fiercely reprised

I am You, You are Me, We are We

We are one despite what you may think.

a tortured christian past – unfiltered

Posted in Love, Personal Life, Poetry, Religion, Sexuality on December 16, 2009 by drevolutionary1

I admire you from afar
In my thoughts you’ll never hear
I wish I could tell you
but what I’m holding back could hurt you

My curse, this wretched curse
My life a shamble should we entangle
Within resides deep pain
Like dark days filled with rain

I look at you and I see
that our love could never be
This wave of emotion
flows over my head

A wave of sorrow
a thousand black nights
I cannot dwell on it
Or else I’ll go insane

help me oh holy one
let goodness prevail
give me strength
in darkness I assail

show me my true love
one natural and refined
empower my mind
to leave this ugly past

elder wisdom versus youthful inexperience

Posted in Personal Life, Race, Sexuality with tags , , , , , , on January 3, 2009 by drevolutionary1

Should ‘elder wisdom’ be trusted in all cases, even when it doesn’t feel right in your gut?

In American society, youth is looked upon more favorable and elders are generally not revered as much. In fact, you will see teenagers harassing older people on the street. I trust elder wisdom though, because there have been some experiences elders have had that can teach you lessons. Of course, what I’ve realized is that this elder wisdom can be completely subjective. The wisdom is shaped by social factors such as race, class, and sexual orientation. Northern middle-class liberal—yet socially conservative—black folks raised me. My grandmother in particular thinks I should not question or disagree with her viewpoints simply because she is older. My disagreement inevitably leads to screaming (as most of the women in my family communicate in arguments). While I respect her and her view points, I have the right to disagree.

My particular situation is that the family elders and trying to convince me that I should not ‘choose’ to be gay. I am not going to get into the whole ‘is being gay a choice’ argument (that’s another post) because it really shouldn’t matter AT ALL. Accepting that I am gay has made me that much more happier and sane. The time I spent trying to ‘change myself’ proved more self-destructive than helpful. It just amazes me the things people use to treat human beings like shit.

The whole situation brings to mind this duality that exists. My parents love me, but yet they hate this part of me. They say they don’t *hate* or aren’t homophobic. But actions speak louder than words. I’ve never been called names personally (though I’ve heard some pretty interesting stuff about other gays) or anything of sort—perhaps because the folks can separate me from my gayness. They think it’s not really true.

I will admit that I don’t have a ton of life experience. But I know what is right for me at the moment—what’s right for my sanity and way of life. And if it isn’t right for me, let me figure out myself. I know the elders care about me, but at some point they must let go and let live.