Whew! Thank goodness it’s Friday June 1!

Well folk, this year’s May 30 day challenge is now officially at an end, but not my creative writing. As I am on a deadline for completing a chapter for an anthology on digital humanities plus doing grant workshops to prep for a larger grant on the same topic I will be taking a break for a couple of weeks.  Do read this month’s work—it will be part of a book. I will be back to expand on these works and with new short fiction this summer as I build my manuscript. Please do click on my PayPal button to support me and the build of my collection. And let me what you want more of. Tell your friends to come read my work too.

Thank you for being a very engaged and active audience!

Love, Cherie Ann Turpin aka Afrofuturism Scholar

 

Who is the “you” and “I” in my poetry?

So, if you happen to know me, you may be wondering if I’m talking about you, or someone close to me or you. The answer is no. Yes. Maybe. Maybe not. Who gives a fuck? I’m writing about human experience and what we endure while living on this planet. I do include my twisted imagination and twisted reality and twisted feelings. I’m pretty strange in my flesh n blood world, so if my writing makes you feel a bit uncomfortable, welcome to my world. I might write about you one day. Let the world beware, said Catherine Tramell.

The Month is almost up. Not sure I feel like doing this in June. Holla at me and tell me.

Oh, and I’ve been holding back a bit. Look for me to just get straight up weird these last days.

bully (part 2)#30days #30days2018

not much difference

(speaking for myself)

between having a gun in your face

while your boyfriend high on cocaine tells you to lie back down on the bed

and having someone strip you and your life work of meaning and value

in the name of efficiency and political vengeance

trapped is what you feel

shame is what you feel

silence is what you do

knowing that someone is going to tell you

stop talking and then it will stop

stop resisting and then it will stop

stop exposing and then it will stop

not much difference in

what this does to the brain or the soul

not much difference between

1986 and 2018

two different bullies

same build

same skinniness

same height

same habit of dodging questions

same creepiness

same tendency of needing another bully to reinforce

same cowardly habits

different weapons same motivation of fearing

loss of control

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bully (part 1) #30days #30days2018 by Cherie Ann Turpin

Again I say to you

bullying diminishes

bullying perpetuates

bullying destroys

yet you fail to see

how that word hearsay silences bullied

how hard it is for the bullied to find empathy

how hard it is for many of you to feel much beyond contempt for us

how your contempt centers on the bullied

how your love of power depends on misunderstanding

bullying as strength

when in fact it the bully who suffers from

weakness of heart

weakness of soul

inability to think and act independently

hiding behind a bigger bully

impotence

fear of the other

ignorance of the other

who then isolates and alienates to control

cutting off anyone who questions tyranny

cutting off anyone who questions greed

shutting down dissent

“stop talking”

“stop writing”

“stop questioning”

gaslighting then feigning concern

using more than fists to smash spirits

like smashing teeth and bone

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deflect #30days #30days2018 by Cherie Ann Turpin

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you said you wanted to know

you wanted me to tell you about myself

i deflected and told you about my parents

that’s me hiding yes

you knew it too

delay before satisfaction

that’s a strategy too like when

i set the vibrator on low

i brought a question for you

i knew i would not ask

being all respectable and all

you wouldn’t have shared anyway as

you have some issues with sharing emotions

you certainly would not have told me about the last time

you had an orgasm or how often

you thought about me while

you stroked your cock

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my turn #30days #30days2018 by Cherie Ann Turpin

viral

my terms

my turn

talk about it without the deflecting

pause on gaslighting me

pause on gaslighting to mansplain me as damaged

gaslight designed to dismiss me as damaged goods

as if women are “goods” for exchange

as if the damage itself makes me not believable or trustworthy

rape survivors do still like sex

on our terms

we are human beings

not sex dolls

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fixation #30days #30days2018 by Cherie Ann Turpin

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missing evidence

of cock

of dick

of penis

of phallus

our culture rarely actually shows us cock outside pornographic film

or accidental tweets or instagrams

cocks in red fur and gold chains

(Safari really did that, didn’t he)

or else we don’t hear of it beyond bars

tacit reminders of men who may or may not realize

how much they need us to notice they have cock to show us

when they speak bars about other men’s cocks

so much anxiety in the containment of the phallus behind slacks and boxers

so upsetting to heterosexual men to discover

women have their own gaze

or the male gaze is not limited to women’s bodies

so much emotion erupting from a small hidden place

caged in cotton and wool

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