now that the sun is here, rise.

sometimes de-colonize feels like 

inter/re-colonize. 

i would rather leave it 

at less than more. 

re-enforce real. silence.
above academic//analytic/ism-ist noise.
how we fetishize ourselves asking
not to be fetishized.
how we agree to comply
with the dominant view
opposing
within the dominant way.
how our resisting is hijaked.
how we are not ourselves
able to be
when limitations make us other.
and mirrors reflect our other-ness
into our center
to be un-digested.
to get tired of keeping our eyes open to this cycle
when sometimes i need sleep too.
let it slip this time.
no-where is safe, take rocks.
to call on the dust of ancestors if needed.
if needed i will die again.

my name is khepa.
i come from khari.
i am a language that no longer exists.