Biracial Ghazal: Why Everything Ends in Blood
And what language exists with no word for blood?
What gets across the legend as quickly as blood?
Where I am from there are no words for my shade
Only nicknames approximations for the blood
Blacktino Lanegro Halfbreed Mutt Progress
dangerous failed garden bouquet of hunted blood
I am a burden in every mouth my name is a minefield
people forget what I am exactly but I end in blood
Two tone sacrament Where the soil meets the sky
but never the horizon child with the invisible blood
Like a sunrise I am considered most beautiful when
I am disappearing stitching a gown of my blood
Child with too many tongues gone twice over
aftermath a failed experiment of the blood
People ask what are you and I have no house
I bite my tongue into copper search my blood
For a key for a name that is not a translation for
Once there was a war here is what we did with the blood
Julian Randall is a Living Black poet from Chicago. He is a 2016 Callaloo fellow, Lois Morrell Poetry Prize winner and the 2015 National College Slam (CUPSI) Best Poet. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Public Pool, African Voices, Vinyl, and Puerto del Sol. He is a candidate for his MFA in Poetry at Ole Miss.
Shell Myers was born in Elyria, Ohio, but now calls Philadelphia their home. They are a queer multimedia artist, voted most artistic in the 8th grade. They are passionate about emotional sensitivity, play, and subverting toxic masculinity. Shell is the Administrative Coordinator of Art & Art History at Drexel University. When they're not putting in that 9 to 5, they make time to create collages, paintings, photographs and drawings. You can find more of their work at www.shellmyers.com