camil.williams Art

Cold Sweat

Kinda Weird Like...

It's not just the AK47 armed policemen

or the armored tanks rolling down 79th street

 

not the helicopters circling

the neighborhood every night

 

more than the imagery

and frequency

 

not even the numbing sensation

of hearing the sirens so frequently

 

this is much more than section 8 and link cards

 

It's strange like...

 

an empty playground on a summer afternoon

 

or more blacks in prison than were enslaved

 

kinda weird like

 

a child needing a gun

 

Door of No Return

 

Door of No Return

 

she stands there

7x4 doorway

brick and bone

lining the shore

 

she's crying

video camera sagging

overwhelmed with emotions

reliving the abduction

 

the diaspora

floods back to her

tugging at her

screaming for her

rushing toward her

moving through her

around about her

 

she hyper-ventilates

forced to contemplate

and over-compensate

 

different pathways

to the same place

between the hard rock 

and soft place

 

criminal theft or saving grace

supreme cruelty or fate

 

a blessed curse

between the hard rock 

and the soft space

Wherever you go, COME.iLL