__________ my loved blacknesses & some blacknesses I knew

especially the rarest kind / or the kind named Priscilla G & not drowning in bleach cream / creamy spin / but spinning blades on a black Nina gunship in the gargantuan ghetto / not killing & maiming my brothers & potential husbands / when the working mothers give up & when they do not & when boys in their mad survivalist tactics want a movie sex parade / silk-edging their sweaty fists in 30 watt lit basements just because / death switch of a future / none of that has to do with any kind of blackness or a crazed horizon in the plumed summers of Los Angeles wherein television reenactments of real fathers didn't occur enough for news sidebars / but more than generally believed / they showed up to dailiness / cash in hand but as the school year revved up the rest of the madness had nowhere to hide / ballooned horizon / chemical concerns / fire up the blue turbines / fire up unconscious intention plus the acne of ignorance / on the city's glittery filth façade but not because of blackness / not for me / when I would get home sometimes there might be food sometimes just blackness I could live on / which I love