I feel as if the lives of black people are only loved when convenient. I do not feel human when I walk through the doors of my school in any way. There’s an extreme lack of black solidarity and an overbearing realness of white dysconsciousness that is debilitating. As a black mentally-ill anti-capitalist queer poet and activist, I feel that I am not accepted into any community. I am not black enough for black students, I am too black for white students, I am too queer for heteronormative spaces, and I am too emotional for hyper-masculine culture.
As a queer person of color, I have found myself struggling to find any cultural representation of people like me. There’s only a handful of famous black queer writers, artists, actors, and theorists that capture how I feel on a daily basis. Queer youth, especially queer youth of color, need to see faces or hear voices similar to theirs in mainstream culture. I believe the images themselves will build confidence within those communities, and inspire more queer youth to fight the systems of oppression that dehumanize, devalue, and destroy them on a daily basis.
Seeing this, experiencing this, I realized how necessary it is for me to own my body and mind to create art that is accessible for people who feel and look exactly as I do. Although my passion for protesting and working as an organizer are equally as important, I feel it is my duty as an artist to produce content that may save the lives of queer youth of color.
I believe every poem, every piece of art, is a statement. Because of my identity, I do not have the privilege of being apolitical. My mere existence is political. So, I wrote a poem that I feel best describes my feelings as a queer black boy with a traumatic background.