Vol. 3, Issue 3
“white person asks me what my pronouns are and king leopolds my body into parts.
asks me if i recognize my people’s viscera.
asks me to give these gendered phantom limbs a name that will not trip up the master’s throat.
when my tongue refuses,
answers “nigga” like upcycled oppression;
like the whip in my hand;
i remember that even the ways i can call out to this flesh map have been colonized.
that this block has been long gentrified.”
-Mia S. Willis, “an interview with olóòkun.”