Mr. Hotep Says #BLACKLIVESMATTER and He’d Kill a Dyke   The dyke within tires of the nigger without, sick of rope when the brick calls her name. Same blood, same alley, wrong hands, wrong headline, wrong barking pack circling the same hellmouth, same body split, cracked open. Wrong balm slicked on the sin, wrong North … Continue reading Kemi Alabi, 2 Poems