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Capitalism Over Cupcakes

Capitalism Over Cupcakes
by Kristin Richardson Jordan

we used to be revolutionaries together and debate capitalism over cupcakes
in the school cafeteria, with sad sighs at the contradictions

and we used to share favors like secrets. thoughtful and trusting
before you knew I was a… before you knew
wish April had kept her mouth shut
but it wasn’t her. or me. but you
talking big new worlds. but
no faggots allowed

wish I had known back then that
your “struggle”
was a lie
some funny type of conditional pride
as despite your hard core views
you tacitly
accepted genocide

(c)2015 Kristin Richardson Jordan

Continuing the poetry challenge.
This is #5 of 5.


Cliffs Leaves Locks and Valleys

I admit I run up on cliffs then have to retreat

But its because there’re these
Lines in the sand that I just can’t see.
Feels like sometimes
I touch a stone and it turns into a leaf
I seek freedom but find locks
with keys out of reach

I mean it’s like damn, can I get a map?
I try to climb mountains but get trapped in these cracks
I mean why
Is the land set up like that?

And then of course
I have my own
cliffs, traps, and dark valleys

So life’s real interesting with all of these territories

But what’s funny is that
Despite all
Slowly I’m starting to love even a crack’s glory
starting to love riding the valleys edges and hills of my story
And I’m even learning to love
unlocking locks and making keys
And appreciating all the sky’s
Between mistaking rocks for leaves

(c)2015 Kristin Richardson Jordan
Continuing the poetry challenge.
This is #4 of 5.
pic from google images

Justice is Like Baobab Trees

Baobab trees are known for their swollen stems
and their ability to hold gallons of water
their ancestral connection spiritually
And their vitamin C rich fruit called ‘cream of tartar’

They live for thousands of years
and share all that they’ve got
with other plants animals and human beings

Justice is like baobab trees

its fruits feed revolutionaries
and it’s strikingly beautiful
even when there’re no leaves

rationally, justice always holds water
emotionally, it shades truth
and the strength that taught her

Lovingly, it’s just a sturdy beast
with a trunk
dozens of meters high
and perpetually deep

(c)2015 Kristin Richardson Jordan

Continuing the poetry challenge. This is #3 of 5.


Mules Fight Back

Continuing the poetry challenge. This is #2 of 5.

Mules Fight Back

I’ve been taught that the Black woman’s “lazy”
the Black woman’s “mean”
She’s just this crazy “Emasculator” or a “baby machine”
A “hoochie mama” or a gluttonous mess
I’m taught I’m nonsexual, oversexed or “sassy” at best

And I’ve also been called stupid, emotional, unclean
I’ve even been judged by those who call me their “queen”
And I work like a beast but am stuck outside
America’s dream
Just trapped and attacked then labeled as “mean”

But I am still here and I still demand to be seen
I survive all! I victoriously breathe

See you can think me your burden or feign me your daughter
But I’m far from helpless
I. am. impossible to slaughter
I am neither a “hoe” Nor a “bitch” Nor a “foreigner”
And though cops may kill me I’m far more than victim or mourner

Cause I am the point where gendered race meets
the principled argument and the shouts from the streets
Put me down, cover me over
I boil up from beneath. Cause I am a fire with endless heat.

Think You Can Stop Me With This Culture of Hate?
Please. I’m STILL the “problem” you can’t eliminate
I’m assumed to be weak with no escape
But with an unbowed head I decide my own fate

For Angelou’s right. I’m the song of the slave
And from Aba riots to Ferguson. I’m shamelessly brave
I have that Shakur-Hamer spirit. That’s why I’m far from afraid
And once more I’m human. And I won’t be enslaved.

(c)2015 Kristin Richardson Jordan
This is my #2 of 5.

The title of this poem is in reference to Zora Neale Hurston’s novel Their Eyes Were Watching God (Hurston, 14). References to “The White Man’s Burden” by Rudyard Kipling, being a “problem” concept from The Souls of Black Folk by W.E.B. Du Bois, “head unbowed” concept from “Invictus” by William Ernest Henley, and “Still I Rise” by Maya Angelou are in this text. Name references include “Angelou”(Maya Angelou), “Shakur” (Assata Shakur), and “Hamer” (Fannie Lou Hamer). “Aba riots” refers to the Igbo “Women’s War” of 1929 and “Ferguson” refers to woman-led resistance efforts in response to the murder of Mike Brown in Ferguson, MO 2014.