Self Reflection: Don’t Hold It Against Me

Don’t Hold It Against Me

by Hurit Nititka

 

Don’t hold it against me…

because it’s evident that by our truths we are not all created equal.

 

For him…

the color of his skin automatically gets him in, whatever he wants,

no questions asked accept, what denomination would like your money in?

 

For her…

birth should be beautiful but instead they say… look at you, what did you do, you just ruined your life.

It would’ve been acceptable had he made you his wife.

 

For him…

a mistake cost him dearly, now he’s locked upstate,

moms kept warning him to stop….not hard enough,

cause his siblings was hungry, and shit got tough.

He knew the risks and still tried his luck.

 

For her…

family denied her cause she wouldn’t abort

so she moved in with him and the first night they fought,

and the second night, the third night and the fourth.

He beat her so bad she now has a limp, a flinch and nervous cough.

He suddenly lost his job and now she carryin’ TWO kids, and she thinkin’,

would it really have been different if we first got married?

 

And him…

he got struggles but they can’t see through the lives he juggle.

Best at his game, best at his lies, he thinks if he fuck enough girls…

they won’t know he like guys.

 

And them…

they all looks, fucked in all kind of industries, then made a milli…off a book.

But you know what?

If they get fucked hard to the soul they can live their dream,

they finer than pimps in suits sellin’ their scheme.

 

And you…

talent for sell…momma said do something better with ya life…

but you didn’t…o well.

A hundred bitches, a hundred lives, and a hundred thousand dollar rides, sir just sign there…

yeah right there on the dotted line.

Now, what denomination would you like your loan in?

 

So don’t hold it against me for seeing the evidence that our truths are not all created equal.

Self-Reflection: Black Hole

Black Hole
by Hurit Nitika

Consumed by all and nothing…
Highest greatest widest deepest fullest vessel…NOTHINGNESS.
Nothing IS.
IT is nothing…
until it is born.
Nothing bears all…thought time space matter…
…and nothing.
I was before
I AM.
I will…
…again
be
Nothingness…and all.
Forever.

Self Reflection: Sadie and Maud

Sadie and Maud

by Gwendolyn Brooks

 

Maud went to college.

Sadie stayed at home.

Sadie scraped life

with a fine-tooth comb.

She didn’t leave a tangle in.

Her comb found every strand.

Sadie was one of the livingest chits

in all the land.

 

Sadie bore two babies

under her maiden name.

Maud and Ma and Papa

nearly died of shame.

 

When Sadie said last so-long

Her girls struck out from home.

(Sadie had left as heritage

Her fine-tooth comb.)

 

 

Maud, who went to college,

is a thin brown mouse.

She is living all alone

In this old house.