
Demetrius Buckley
TRYING TO TELL OUR DAUGHTER
THE TRUTH ABOUT YOU
Smoking on purple Ganja, the release of Britney
Griner
​
—Lele, you need social programming, some club
or after hour class. You don't talk. You don't answer on time.
You say never mind
when I can't hear you—
​
—Princess, you know these prison phones are real stupid.
​
she say, So, and I ain't no princess.
You don't listen. You got friends
in there?
​
—I don't listen?
​
Yeah,
We toy prize 6 to 8 cereal boxes,
toast our socks before the arctic come
and
​
Boy, let me tell you what my momma said:
You think you something. Sitting up
there on your bunk, tree trunk.
What's the rain today, fool? Misty? Ain't
-going-no-where lookin-ass, no money—
you need to wake the heck up!
​
She know Assata, Njinga,
and don't
confess to be an honor
when I'm out there
and I mean—
​
—Black woman strong,
coochie hair an oil spill
when getting out the tub
And it’s always out the tub
when the seagulls choke
on plastic can grates—
​
His name Ray Ray. His name Ray,
got momma spending a hundred a pop
over the weekend.
And I ain't talking car radios.
Remember that song, 'By The Rose'?
​
—I can't hear you.
​
Forget it den. And I ain't your Princess.
​
—Big head, you momma scratch.
She like Eartha Kitt, first cat black lady,
something like that.
​
Forget it den.
​
—Tell me tell me: I ain't gone be mad cuz
your daddy bad!
​
they came over
this weekend sweeping empty
Infamil Cans down the street.
My pretty brown eyes disarmed
rockets in Israel; Auntie Kim
she don't never go to the party
and have fun; she get drunk and turn Bi,
talk about how she hate it in the South.
​
—What about The CPS lady who invaded
Grandma's house
and you had to get all political. Not Biden
but Barack.
​
They looking for my brothers
and sisters whom a politician
bussed to Pence's estate.
​
they killing Talibans and their children's children.
China's Biochemical warfare working, burnt hair in hot combs,
covid codes pressed in weed grains.
My uncle smoke that bat shit.
​
—Stop, cursing. I gotta tell you something and you gotta be smart.
This may affect you in a different way
but she ain't healthy.
who?
​
—you know who?
​
Boy, I ain't stupid; I know what's going on.

Demetrius Buckley is the winner of the 2021 Toi Derricotte & Cornelius Eady Chapbook Prize, and his work has appeared or is forthcoming in The Rumpus, Pen America, Scalawag, Tahoma Review, The Offing, Southern Review, and elsewhere. His writing has been honored by the Ghost Story Supernatural Fiction Award and Soul-Making Keats Literary Competition and he has performed his work at the Brooklyn Museum. He is currently hopeful.

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