Octavia's Brood
I am not interested in Black
Folx, now clamoring to make money off of a Black femme who they have purposefully excluded from their bodies of work
Octavia was Black
Dark
Fat (with creativity)
Big
Otherworldly
Octavia lives in me
I discovered her on
(those folx who shall remain unnamed)
wooden bookshelves
in my childhood home
park hill
Denver
colorado.
6 maybe 7
My lanky fingers tracing the strange hyperfuturistic covers of the 80s
my people found themselves in foreign lands like most who fled the heavy oppression of the south and there Octavia soothed them. Taught them of bigger and better plans.
How did they lose earth seed?
I know her books
worn and tattered
Like my
soft brown
tattered and tired skin
Awkward Black girls now turned America’s sweethearts
you write fat(creativity) Black Femmes to filth
And not the good kind neither
Name a fat Black femme leading the way
All the rumors are true
America’s Mammy
Not it
Octavia is a living
breathing
being
in me
Living
Thriving
She belongs in Blackest Brightest Galaxies
Not on yt blocks for massa’s sale
Cages
Message lost
Ego abounds
And you would have her live another tormented life for worldly gain.
You misunderstand
Follow the drinking gourd
She gave us directions
I spit for Octavia
you defile her name
Black men, other men, Black femmes seeking the power of men, laying claim to her body.
master and slave now to one another
I am sick
Wincing with pain
We live in a country that still kills me and Octavia, for sport
by the minute
some by hour
it is finished
having arrived with lying eyes
I see for Octavia
I will never speak for her because she spoke for herself
some want to speak for her
When you can’t
I will not watch because I know.
it is now
not the stuff of hollywood
where our stories go and die
yt bodies profit off of Octavia
the same responsible for her death
She gave me directions
mind to my mind blown parables true.
Octavia is in me
because God is change
God be
the change is me
Please do not steal. Do not share this work without my consent
