when I’ll meet Me. if we have already met but are not on speaking terms. * what my mother’s mother looked like. what my father’s father smelled like. which part of this body that I critique so much is actually an heirloom. * if pain will always be a prerequisite to happiness, for Bodies like …


ANONYME My name is whatever. My face is not important. You do not need to know me, Identify me. Just know that I am Black. But also that "black" is not All that I am .