Summer 2020 Archive
Poetry
The Fabric of Our Cosmos
By M.A. Dennis
I’m not trying to be fly no more.
All that stuff doesn’t matter….
Chanel, Fendi and Gucci
don’t mean crap right about now.
– Trina Marshall
Facebook post, 4/8/2020, 4:48 pm, Pandemic Standard Time
The devil is a
Fabricator!
What a lie
making you believe
you had to try
to be fly.
Black woman
you be fly
you stay fly
there is no try
I put that on Baby Yoda.
Black woman
she makes the clothes;
the clothes don’t make her.
Oh, no!
Black woman, Chanel
serves at your pleasure.
You make Fendi trendy.
Gucci
ain’t nuthin but a double G
thang playing backwards--
that sound like satan to me.
Monogram designers say:
The devil is in the
liar, liar
a Black woman’s pants
only need pockets (not names)
to be on fiyah.
By M.A. Dennis
I’m not trying to be fly no more.
All that stuff doesn’t matter….
Chanel, Fendi and Gucci
don’t mean crap right about now.
– Trina Marshall
Facebook post, 4/8/2020, 4:48 pm, Pandemic Standard Time
The devil is a
Fabricator!
What a lie
making you believe
you had to try
to be fly.
Black woman
you be fly
you stay fly
there is no try
I put that on Baby Yoda.
Black woman
she makes the clothes;
the clothes don’t make her.
Oh, no!
Black woman, Chanel
serves at your pleasure.
You make Fendi trendy.
Gucci
ain’t nuthin but a double G
thang playing backwards--
that sound like satan to me.
Monogram designers say:
The devil is in the
liar, liar
a Black woman’s pants
only need pockets (not names)
to be on fiyah.
