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| Michelle Kondrich/para The Washington Post |
SI TE CANSASTE DE QUEDARTE DESPIERTA
Regá
las plantas. Tomá
mucha agua.
No escuches
el noticiero.
Aburrite. Quejate
del clima.
Tené un sacacorchos
en tu cartera.
Deslizá a la derecha
algunas veces.
No sonrías
a menos que
quieras. Quedate a dormir.
No veas el noticiero.
Acordate que
el mundo es como
para personas blancas.
Escuchá
cantinelas.
Usá hilo dental. Tomá pastillas.
Mantené la
mente en blanco.
Cuando estés
de resaca
no digas
no tomo nunca
más. Sé honesta
cuando estés a la
altura. Sino
tomá agua
mentite
apagá el noticiero
quemá los papeles
salteate los funerales
tomá pastillas
reíte de pelotudeces
cogete personas que
no te interesen
usá la olla eléctrica
usá la juguera
usá la licuadora
tomá agua
del cielo
no pienses
mucho en el cielo
no pienses en el agua
salteate los funerales
cerrá los ojos
cuando se pueda
Cuando brindes
mirá a todos a los ojos
Nunca puntúes
al Presidente
Escribí las noticias
Convertite
en agua
Regá
la salida de emergencia
Quemá el papel
Destrozá las cartas
En vez de
jacintos agarrá
hortensias
Regá las hortensias
Dejá marchitar las noticias
Blanqueá las hortensias
Tomá el agua
Inundate de
cantinelas
Mantené la mente en canción
No sonrías
No marchites
funeral
funeral
Traducción de Federico Tinelli
Leído en ESCRITURAS INDIE
IF YOU ARE OVER STAYING WOKE
Water
the plants. Drink
plenty of water.
Don’t hear
the news. Get
bored. Complain
about the weather.
Keep a corkscrew
in your purse.
Swipe right
sometimes.
Don’t smile
unless you want
to. Sleep in.
Don’t see the news.
Remember what
the world is like
for white people.
Listen to
cricket songs.
Floss. Take pills.
Keep an
empty mind.
When you are
hungover
do not say
I’m never drinking
again. Be honest
when you’re up
to it. Otherwise
drink water
lie to yourself
turn off the news
burn the papers
skip the funerals
take pills
laugh at dumb shit
fuck people you
don’t care about
use the crockpot
use the juicer
use the smoothie maker
drink water
from the sky
don’t think
too much about the sky
don’t think about water
skip the funerals
close your eyes
whenever possible
When you toast
look everyone in the eyes
Never punctuate
the President
Write the news
Turn
into water
Water
the fire escape
Burn the paper
Crumble the letters
Instead of
hyacinths pick
hydrangeas
Water the hydrangeas
Wilt the news
White the hydrangeas
Drink the white
Waterfall the
cricket songs
Keep a song mind
Don’t smile
Don’t wilt
funeral
funeral
de PoetryNow (PoetryNow, 2015)
B O N U S T R A C K (x2)
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Beyoncé fotografiada por Tyler Mitchell para Vogue Estados Unidos |
ALL THEY WANT IS MY MONEY MY PUSSY MY BLOOD
I am free with the following conditions.
Give it up gimme gimme.
Okay so I’m Black in America right and I walk into a bar.
I drink a lot of wine and kiss a Black man on his beard.
I do whatever I want because I could die any minute.
I don’t mean YOLO I mean they are hunting me.
I know my pussy is real good because they said so.
I say to my friend I am broke as a joke.
I am Starvin’ Like Marvin Gaye.
I’m so hungry I could get it on.
There’s far too many of me dying.
The present is not so different.
Everybody looks like everybody I worked with.
Everybody looks like everybody I’ve kissed.
Men champion men and animals.
Everybody thinks I’m going to die.
At the museum I tell the school group about Black art.
I tell them the word contemporary.
I have a nose ring I forget about.
I have a brother and he is also Black.
I am a little modern to the fault.
I say this painting is contemporary like you and me.
They ask me about slavery. They say Martin Luther King.
At school they learned that Black people happened.
The present is not so different.
I’m looking into their Black faces.
They do not understand that they exist.
I’m Black in America and I walk
into a bar and drink a lot of wine, kiss a white man on his beard.
There is no indictment.
I could die any minute of depression.
I just want to have sex most of the time.
I just want my student loans to disappear.
I just want to understand my savings account.
What is happening to my five dollar one cent.
I am free with the following conditions.
What is happening to my brother.
What if I do something wrong.
My blood is so hot and wet right now.
I know they want it.
I do everything right just incase.
I don’t want to give away my money but here I am.
It’s so stupid I have to say here I am.
They like to be on top.
I am being set up.
I am a tree and some fits areru good and some are bad.
en There Are More Beautiful Things Than Beyoncé, Tin House Books, 2017
*
Every second I breathe, I forgive.
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Morgan Parker
(California, EE.UU., 1987)
Reside en Los Angeles
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