"I am .... Desarray A. and Desarray A is the walking oxymoron to cloud 9's achilles heel. Black words written on white lines. Free verses, a bipolar rubix cube. Americas Prom Queen, sitting in Black Barbies coffin. An ongoing social experiment, Jykell and Hydes stepdaughter. I decided to be like me when I grow up. A Brooklyn N.Y native, my words are lyrics to spoken word music. I have insanity, my insanity does not have me. I am Desarray A. and Desarray A. is me."

My Pen is spiritually identically mathematically statically speaking,
turning 21, exceeding its life expectancy.
Different from yours,
it is still ignored by the 4 doors,
by the dwells of imagination.



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Saturday, March 14, 2009

BORN TO SEGREGATED DESCRIPTIONS....

1.
Born during the depression,
Raised in the segregated south,
Against the isolating miles of flat American.
Birth of description gave new meaning by words.
From the torrent shore.
Raw souls,
Hens of hincty.
Mild frumps and downward drab,
Rapt babies in peek-a-boo webs.
The nature of unquestionable dynamism
Scorched and salted earth, barren.
Solo repents defiance to code.
Preposterous thoughts.
Solidify withered vainly.
Occult iconic crows, learn to crow.
Flat back green and easy,
Presumptuous to alter.
Euphony impels turbulence.
Colored hearing sounds darker.
Tantalized catacombs of reverberation.
2.
Fettered
scrutiny
Rendered unenforceable.
Swathed, admonishing.
Coffin stiff cotton dress.
Bitterness thick’s on.
Vehemently vulnerably vocalized.
The violins that wake me.
The Sunday stillness.
The February paean.
The ticking clocks of tumult.

Honky, nigger, wet back, chink
Oppression is not an acceptance of existence.
If only turmoil could count towards the happiness of our
children.
Thirsted complicity.
Heirs to a struggle.
To divide,
By definition,
Of use in division.
Born during the depression
Raised in the segregated south.