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    I Am Nobody’s Nigger

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      Not trying to make up for my absence

      From the rest of your year

      I don’t want to write words that cut like paper

      Sting but barely bleed

      I don’t want to write my needs

      Just yours and mine combined

      I don’t want to write poems about you

      I want to write a dedication to you

      In my first published poetry collection

      I want to write you promises in permanent marker

      To feel real human shame if I forsake these words

      I will make these words come true through you

      Not by ink but with lips and tongue

      Fingertips and hips

      Buttocks and biceps

      Feet and talcum-powdered toes

      Eager earlobes

      Praying palms

      Forearms and forehead

      One hand gripping your hair

      The other stroking your chin

      Hot breath on every inch of skin

      I don’t want to write poems

      I want to write fascinating contradictions

      Not flash fiction to fulfil a literary addiction

      Chasing lines into sleepless nights

      Eyelids shut to reveal tattoos of you within

      I don’t want to write, ‘Forgive him’

      Or scrawl an invitation into sin

      I don’t want to build biro bridges between you and I

      I don’t want to write us walking off into the sunset

      Don’t want to blot the sunrise from your eyes

      Younger teacher

      Student no longer

      I don’t want to force revision

      Of anything you would rather forget

      I want to intuit what you don’t share

      And sense your mystery

      I don’t want to rewrite our history

      Or reclaim your story as my own

      I don’t want to write just because I feel so alone

      I don’t want to write poems about who we were

      Never were

      Could’ve been

      If I’d just seen the signs

      If I’d just been in the right place at the right time

      To receive all you were trying to give

      I don’t want to write poems like that

      But this is how I live.

      Published 2013 by The Westbourne Press

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      © Dean Atta 2013

      ISBN 978-1-908906-16-8

      eISBN 978-1-908906-17-5

      Dean Atta has asserted his right under the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act, 1988, to be identified as the author of this work.

      This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out, or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition including this condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.

      A full CIP record for this book is available from the British Library.

      Printed and bound by CPI Mackays, Chatham, ME5 8TD

      The Westbourne Press

      26 Westbourne Grove, London W2 5RH

      www.westbournepress.co.uk

     

     

     



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