Janis Joplin/poor white-refuse refugee running for cover of rock, like a baby with an hereditary birth defect, i didn't ask for this white skin privilege; this maximum security with guards everywhere and the wall so far off so high, so hard to scale minefields of twinkling consumables studding the distance between me and the rest of humanity, a spiraling bob of drugs at the top and i ain't asking for no mercy neither, no pity, none of yall tears, anyway, i'm going to kill myself or at least die trying they say i'm so wild cause all what i need is a man, a real man, a hard on but like once a man was in me and said "god, you so ugly i can't look" but so what is his opinion anyway but a thirty second commercial he thinks he's a man he thinks niggers stink he thinks i'm a piece of meat he's my father, my brother and this is no gentle incest nor any human touch so i will do these insane acts i will sing in the night say what i want drink and be driven crazy put a tombstone and real flowers on a black woman's grave and have no regrets, no regrets —kalamu ya salaam