foxinsnow's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- poem inspired by Revolutionary Suicide by Huey Newton HUEY usually I shake in my boots But right now I shake in my stockings Because I think you may have saved me. Yeah, me: a rich white girl Who can buy most whatever I want and has Access to you through her suburban aristocratic public Library But enough stupid white girl guilt shit. Thing is, I would rather die riding into flames to save my sisters than Succumb to suicide By sisters I mean all women, of all genders and colors You said: �thus it is better to oppose the forces that would drive me to self-murder Than to endure them.� This is what I want to do. Like the ravaged Whores of God, I want to be responsible For my own visions I don�t want to die in fear and helplessness Blindly trusting in drugs, doctors and romantic love. Huey, did you know Another little girl was raped and murdered last week? I wanted to strangle her killer With my bare shaking hands. I�ve plunged those hands through windows to stop the feeling Of Nazis stomping through my brain. There�s a darkness in my skull. I am kind of illiterate these days, too But your book makes me want to raise my fist Fingers tremble, a fist does not (or so has been my Experience) I made a vow That this is the worst I would ever feel That someday I would dance howling at the moon with my sisters like the Crazy Girl that I am And my eyes would burn red And I wouldn�t even care 4:17 a.m. - 2004-02-10 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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