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seventeen

by Nicole Crawford 02/23/2024
written by Nicole Crawford

seventeen is smashed glass

almost but not quite 

mistakes 

chasing demons accidentally 

crying without sound

a head swirling with shapes and works 

no clarity 

music inside out 

needs ,,, so many needs 

it’s wanting to be close 

disappearing .. distance .. insignificance 

it’s falling from silver linings 

floating through the abyss

losing the ability to force smiles 

fading 

overwhelmed 

silent. 

seventeen is not knowing and never finding out 

glass ceilings 

death and numbness all the same 

laughter is painful 

unachievable

deep breathing 

is suffocating 

seventeen is an enigma 

escaping 

hidden in the depths of most unwanted desires 

being unwanted

sometimes unspoken. 

but seventeen is not final 

it is not the end 

it is not even the beginning 

a mandatory stepping stone 

a fall into grace 

favor ,, love 

it is fear of the unknown 

comfort, belonging 

finding you in me

me in you 

completion 

almost but not quite 

the light but not the end of the tunnel 

a saving grace 

it is you, me 

redefining peace 

everything, nothing 

finite familiarity 

it is the first breath

maybe the last 

it is always and forever 

it is promises broken 

and everything it needs to be, for you, me 

abundance 

change 

clarity 

the ebbs and flows of shallow ocean waters 

serenity 

this is, was, and always will be 

seventeen 

-rawest forms

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sage

by Nicole Crawford 02/23/2024
written by Nicole Crawford

i’ve been searching for peace 

like sunday mornings with

oceans on vinyl and between my thighs when i look at you

smoke cleansed and made anew 

repenting for my sins like the son before his father 

i met you on my knees

the only time that it was righteous to beg for mercy 

—–

these days we plead to the holy ghost to make it out alive

left out in the cold

blood stained and bruised

with scars to remind us of who to trust 

and those who would’ve killed us

with praying hands

sage couldn’t make this clean

– rawest forms

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on faith and contradiction 

by Nicole Crawford 02/02/2024
written by Nicole Crawford

i understood the true meaning of contradiction for the first time in church 

learning of my love for music but never the message that followed, although we stayed anyway, always long past our welcome 

we were walking contraventions like the black boy genius who lived anyway 

despite the horror, unable to do well in school because trauma speaks clearly 

whispers escaping me, down on two knees  

pleading for mercy like the blessings bestowed on those who can afford to eat clean 

we spent our summer nights dancing under the stars because the ancestors taught us how to move when the sun goes down

it was only in the comfort of absolute silence that it was revealed that needles created the wounds we had seen on the souls of those who had been left behind 

and these scars told of the many nightmares that create headless wolves who still manage to howl at the moon

i understood the true meaning of contradiction for the first time in church 

learning of my love for music but never the message that followed, although we stayed anyway, always long past our welcome 

we were walking contraventions like the black boy genius who lived anyway 

despite the horror, unable to do well in school because trauma speaks clearly 

whispers escaping me, down on two knees  

pleading for mercy like the blessings bestowed on those who can afford to eat clean 

we spent our summer nights dancing under the stars because the ancestors taught us how to move when the sun goes down

it was only in the comfort of absolute silence that it was revealed that needles created the wounds we had seen on the souls of those who had been left behind 

and these scars told of the many nightmares that create headless wolves who still manage to howl at the moon

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insatiable thirst and hunger pangs

by Nicole Crawford 12/08/2023
written by Nicole Crawford

we who cannot see the beauty 

that resides in our collective struggle 

for liberation..

will soon be devoured 

by our own insatiable thirst 

for validation and survival 

and the beast that haunts us all 

cannot survive in the light, 

he may only take hold of us 

when our fear of the shadows 

becomes so consuming 

that we can see no way 

out of the darkness

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Black Zombie II

by Nicole Crawford 12/08/2023
written by Nicole Crawford

our people got misplaced anger, i know it’s righteous even if misguided

because even if you don’t have the words, you know better than to break bread with sellouts who disregard our hearts while talkin’ bout pan-Afrikan unity

all for the next white man’s opportunity…

how insecure do you have to be to study the struggle and still behave like a tyrant?

in the same breath speakin’ of liberation, you have single-handedly prevented us from achieving

so i ask, who are you, black zombie?

stuck in a loop of validation and black excellence as if your ancestors didn’t already know of their greatness

who are you, black zombie?

moved so easily by cameras and flashy things, thinkin’ designer gon save you from this treachery…

who are you, black zombie?

sayin’ “she too radical” like i haven’t seen the love of Afrikan babies knowing who they are, strong faith in who they meant to be, a truth you still chasin‘ and you almost twenty-three

who are you, black zombie?

i urge you to listen closely while the elders speak of this legacy

and when the dust settles i’ll ask again, who are you, black zombie?

you see i speak in frustration but never without love for my community because i don’t want to see you in a mansion or with them new cars without your mind free…

trynna reveal to you the cost of your dignity, pleading for you to understand that your purity cannot be commodified

and that slowing down to hear me clearly will not prevent your success but enable your autonomy….

need you to understand me because they still killin’ us and feeding you “higher” education upping the doses of fallacy and white supremacy

and we all addicted

to know your way out is the true prize and i would rather stand alone than dance with the devils who taught us to hate ourselves

but the choice is yours, so i ask again, who are you, black zombie?

and even if you have no answer, i hope the next time we speak you’ll be wide awake

as we cannot afford to sleep while the police and fascist empires erode our. minds and haunt us in our dreams

so i ask one more time, who are you, black zombie?

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Generational Curses III

by Nicole Crawford 11/21/2023
written by Nicole Crawford

you struggle to meet the eyes of the houseless within your community because you too cannot afford groceries or your lifestyle or rent, but you would rather turn your nose up to your reflections in hopes that if you ignore the mirrors around you for long enough they will disappear

but they won’t, they never do 

whether you see monsters or martyrs within your reflections you must understand that these are remnants of you too

what was lost and what is found within these moments of pause are the truth of this existence, the beginning of an internal dialogue that pushes us into action if we are able to hear the sounds of our own voices in the midst of the chaos 

the voices that tell us that as we run from who we are we become all that we fear and not because this life is some game of luck and misfortune but because we live within a world that chooses to let us “survive”, not as whole beings, but as false prophets  

and so as long as we deny our ancestral truths, the truths that show us that apathy only creates further division but neglects to feed starving children, we are “safe”

but I ask you, what is safety without freedom? 

safety here is to be fully conformed in the eyes of the oppressor and no longer a threat to the empire that gives us false names and applauds our confusion so much so that we struggle to mutter oshun, shango, ogun or yemaya in our native tongues because we have forgotten who to call or because we fear that it is too late to reclaim what they have stolen 

know that to survive this hell is to first see yourself in your entirety, to know who you are and where you have come from, to know that this is not home and cannot be made into one, and that the mirrors around you reflect truth, not pity 

we cannot afford to be blind to the reality of our sisters and brothers and the distant relatives who we may not have known in this life but surely will in the next

as long as there are mouths to feed and bodies to clothe we have more work to do here

and as I believe that we are all that we have left, we cannot afford to live and love as false prophets, we cannot afford to see anything less than the truth of this reality 

we need one another to survive, but to see ourselves as one, to truly be whole, means to look one another in the eyes 

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Generational Curses II

by Nicole Crawford 11/21/2023
written by Nicole Crawford

sacred minds can see and think in tune with the frequency that is the universe 

that is our ancestors 

that is you

that is I(eye)

and you, my dear, are of the most divine, that mind so sublime that even when you find yourself at a loss you know you are right on time… exactly where you are 

lean into the magic that is the silver line between betrayal of one’s first perceptions and freedom, that inner knowing that allows you to be in your fullest form not because you want to be but because you are aware that all of what we know is a lie, that we are still in captivity even if you like to “think” otherwise 

it is in this shared consciousness that we heal what’s unspoken  

“there is truth in your vision, it is ok to see all that you see” is what a wise man once told me 

and I believe this to be true about you and i  

however, as we hold these truths we have a great responsibility to not only build upon them and create new realities but to sit in the discomfort that it is to know that you too are responsible for this moment, here and now 

i know that the grief and loss we share are not enough to move you because you require honesty, a mirror to see that what you have lost is not another but a part of yourself, your friend, your neighbor, your elders, and the children who carry this knowledge forth into the future 

and the problem is that we always feel like we have more time to get it right but never enough for presence, and I do not blame you

they convince you that the time you have is limited and that because you are running out you must use it wisely, on things that matter…

feeding your family first and then yourself, and then those shoes and an eighth because we might as well be high if we’re in hell…

and a drink too because you deserve it, but never enjoy it for too long because you do have work in the morning and bills to pay and something will come up 

and you must be on your best behavior if you want to treat yourself again next week(end) 

and so the cycle repeats

until you realize that the time they claim you are losing was already taken from you when they stripped you of your connections to the soils that brought you into existence and made you into the being whose heart aches in this sea of loss and destruction because we have indeed drifted so far from home, that at times it seems we may never return 

but know that this here, this presence, cannot be taken from you 

and in this serenity, we find clarity, peace, strength, and the light that guides us back home again and again

the time you lost is recovered in the history that lives inside of you

so look closely in the mirrors that surround you, into the heartbeat of this community

know you are indeed home and give thanks that these curses are broken with your power alone 

but know that this power comes from the love that surrounds you 

so let it surround you as we build our way back home

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Generational Curses I

by Nicole Crawford 11/21/2023
written by Nicole Crawford

our elders outlive our youths

and we are left infatuated first, 

then desensitized 

to the menticide that is to see your own death replayed on big screens, on tvs, in these streets…

because when one dies, the way in which we continue cannot be the same, it is not life 

and all of this is survived just for them to tell you to move so they can wash the blood away 

this is just one way in which they pollute your mind, erase your dreams, and tear down your sky 

if you open your eyes, you now see that this game of life and death is only played for the entertainment of those who keep you in line 

because my love, that “prize” could never be yours even if your name was engraved upon it

so now you know how to die before you have learned to live 

and if accepted you are unable to recognize yourself, when you have helped an enemy, when you’ve murdered a friend… 

because there is no silver lining here, not for us; just tragedy 

and the cycle repeats… 

however, this is not an end, because it cannot be 

so the next time you want to lie down or turn your eyes 

remember that acceptance is suicide and we cannot afford to die 

not now at least 

in these times 

when our elders outlive our youths 

understand their attempts to erase you 

because even if in disbelief, you know deep down that you deserve to grow old, to live long enough to dream 

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