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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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![]() [Content warning: strong language] 1 let me start off by saying, i don’t know jack shit about heaven 2 on the first day of dying, you will be sifted you are debris from the wreckage of your past life and your mind was the captain. i assume, you woke with a smile larger than jupiter with your eyelids barely able to close because you can’t stop staring at her, and all the things she is made of heaven you are here. ground yourself on the bed of flowers of this construct the heaven:
who is your first love staring at you, or who is your first love with a spear in their back. see, your heaven is a risk. the light of your hip hop shines brighter, because you can finally shake neighborhood nip’s hand, pac’s, or biggie’s 3 maybe it dances in a dive bar, a poetry slam, or anywhere we come together heaven has no gender it is a nate marshall or a tuesday smoked on apple wood a planet, or axis mundi with rocks so sharp they become your first love as the language of your ancestors; strung with phife dawg alphabetics. heaven is not finishing the- heaven is all the things you don’t see in your textbooks it isn’t physical or kamasutra or hallucinogenic heaven doesn’t need to be a stereotype or religious or atheist heaven is a woman’s body. the sun who is tethered to her shadow. 4 heaven is southside serial arsonist socialist creature conserving culture to breed freedom. heaven is the magic when you feel the moon pause your footsteps heaven is when you back track those footprints to find yourself perhaps it is chicago it is albuquerque or its stars and all the homies who spoke with wake self. the beat and the ones who break them and them who spin for forty seven years. it is the block party in west bronx it is the culture of asking for extra green christmas maybe, even red heaven isn’t that far how would we know? heaven is your words and mouth when you swallow saliva for another one to come out, the gums that hold your mouth together in case you hear someone say racist shit in a public place that is primarily trump lovers so nobody questions them, so if you make a comment you will get stares as if you were their devil there aren’t any gates before heaven it isn’t biblical or a sonnet. heaven is a trans girl HEAVEN is all caps or written in the space between each letter (H E A V E N) it's arabic or parenthese chippewa german or palestinian is heaven in the clouds, or under the soil? 5 viaduct dichotomy of human bone, it is the bruised marrow after recess and it is the ice pack on your nose heaven is for anyone who listens and especially: for the ones who don’t heaven ain’t white or the shit on pearly gates, cuz that heaven is bullshit that heaven discriminate. that heaven, this heaven, your heaven, a gold one see; this heaven a construct that heaven sounds like the time i went to church with my christian friend for the first time. the woman who was teaching bible study started her lecture by saying: the jews crucified jesus, as if g-d didn’t make him jewish and born in palestine heaven is the bullshit that comes with a bar mitzvah heaven is only open to straight aryan dudes who treat the bible like it's the only okay book to read as if the torah or the quran had a different heaven. let me tell you that i don’t know anything about heaven, or the sound we should make when saying it. 6 is the real heaven what chance the rapper speaks of? or is it an acid trip a love letter, flicks, chick flicks, or flocks of people trying to understand what happens after you die. trying to spend your whole life collecting the most points to win heaven, to sleep in the same bed as g-d. 7 heaven is a river that marks the few feet of borderland in between two nations heaven is the purest form of groupthink, or heaven is the purest form of an individualist heaven is what you make it, not anybody else's. on the first day of living, you will be sifted you are debris from the anchored heart of your mother and her stomach is the ship. i assume, you woke cold with your eyelids barely able to breathe earth you are here. ground yourself on the bed of flowers of this planet rock heaven: who is a home, or who is a home / land. see, your earth is a risk. the dim of your hip hop and the march of your people. heaven is carved in your body and maybe it is okay to not call it heaven the march will soon begin, the organizers are passing out shirts saying, “defund the gatekeepers, strip down the wall! don’t gentrify this place!” you soon figure out, heaven is everything on earth and nothing more than a few articles that convinced you it was real. so you, and your protest march to the capital building of heaven and scream, to hell with that Comments are closed.
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