Mother, do you know
I roam alone at night?
I wear colognes,
tight pants
and chains of gold,
as I search
for men willing
to come back
to candlelight.
I`m not scared of these men
though some are killers
of sons like me.
I learned there is no tender mercy for men of color, for sons who love men like me.
Do not feel a shame for how I live.
I chose this tribe
of warriors and outlaws.
Do not feel you failed
some test of motherhood.
My life has borne fruit
no woman could have given me
anyway.
If one of these thick-lipped,
wet, blacknights
while I`m out walking,
I find freedom in this village.
If I can take it with my tribe
I`ll bring you there.
And you will never notice
the absence of rice
and bridesmaids.
Freedumbring 