'The Somebody-ness of Me.'
The late, great, brilliant Ruby Dee on Sundance Channel’s ‘Iconoclasts,’ with Alicia Keys."I - I - I - I say, I am somebody, somebody because you — YOU, you make me somebody, because you are part of —- because you, you share the (huh!) somebody-ness of me. See when you laugh, you make my lips a part of laughter. When you cry, tension pulls me from inside. When you are hungry, my food turns to poison — makes me burst! Bony fingers clutch my tongue when I know your thirst, because you are part of — because you share the — (huh!) the somebody-ness of me! You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, YOU — are at the other end of a steel spring of hate, so…so I cannot hate. When you know my love, my love will warm you, cleansing deep — so let me, let me take your hand…feel, feel your face…know your heartbeat, and all of your doubts, erased, because you are part of —- because you, you share the — (huh!) — the, the, the somebody-ness of me!”
The young lady that was shot in the head by a police officer is still waiting to be interviewed by the police department
(they’ve edited the articles to take out the white part and that she was killed hehehe)
Residents knew it was BS.
Turns out Mya was shot by a police officer. The department forced surgeons to take the bullet out and took the bullet for “Ballistics”
Over a week later, she still has yet to be contacted by the department
Do not let her story go ignored
I’m confused if she was killed how can she be interviewed.
They (the police) were saying she was killed.
She is very much alive
the truth is always relevant.
alternate names for black boys
by Danez Smith
1. smoke above the burning bush
2. archnemesis of summer night
3. first son of soil
4. coal awaiting spark & wind
5. guilty until proven dead
6. oil heavy starlight
7. monster until proven ghost
9. phoenix who forgets to un-ash
10. going, going, gone
11. gods of shovels & black veils
12. what once passed for kindling
13. fireworks at dawn
14. brilliant, shadow hued coral
15. (I thought to leave this blank
but who am I to name us nothing?)
16. prayer who learned to bite & sprint
17. a mother’s joy & clutched breath
As the world watched the tumultuous events in Ferguson, Mo., over the last week, a new hashtag was born: #IfTheyGunnedMeDown. The meme was photographic: what images would the media use if I died? But the question, at its heart, was one of naming.
Kid or criminal? Victim or threat? Brother, son, friend — or thug? One of us, or other?
Danez Smith grapples with the power of naming, and the powerlessness of being named, in this poem. Poetry Magazine tweeted it out earlier today, and I haven’t stopped thinking about it since.