I sat down to write and got distracted cause I had to pee and that, I believe, is a reasonable distraction.

I sat down to write and got distracted  because my son forgot to put his play-dough away.

It’s hard as a rock now and may as well be a lego under my toe.

I sat down to write and got distracted…

By hunger

by thirst

by the smell of coffee

by being thankful that we still got coffee.

I sat down to write and got distracted by the grocery list I need to fulfill:

Bottle water (cause the water from the faucets in Petersburg smells of bleach)

Frozen grilled chicken nuggets and corn (cause that’s all my kid eats)

Eggs for me. (Cause! And I know the price of eggs is too high but if not eggs for breakfast then what does a diabetic eat.)

I sat down to write but got distracted thinking about which grocery store to patronize today;

Heard Walmart and Target ain’t fucking with black people

But I live in a small town

would have to driver over 30 mins for a store that ain’t bring protested against

another 45 mins to find a black owned store

and I bet you that store ain’t got my brand of yogurt…

Or my medicine.

Tryna get healthy so I don’t no medicine

but need my medicine to get there.

I sat down to write and got distracted;

Ended up at Marshall’s and purchased:

two made-in-India ice-cream bowls,

an olive oil dispenser,

and a bag of Werther’s Original pumpkin spice soft chews- limited edition

They nasty!

Thought about writing while I was shopping – an article on consumerism

Listened to Nikki Giovanni talk about love on the way home

She said “We confuse love with sex and it’s the easiest thing to do”

Then I got distracted by making love to my man

Told him to leave the shower on for me.

We nasty! 

I sat down to write and got distracted…

by a cup of ginger ale mixed with blackberry lemonade with fresh blackberries as ice.

I sat down to write and got distracted by the snores of my son who got tricked into nap time by daring him to close his eyes for ten minutes.

I got distracted.

I get distracted all the time thinking about his future if they take away the medicaid, and freedom of speech, and DEI.

Me planning to raise a black boy who rises above all that anyway or despite of that anyway-

Knowing be shouldn’t have too.

I started writing a lil blurb about that in my cell phone as I walked around Dollar Tree but I got distracted.

Lady ask me if I knew what’s the deal with the  food stamps- apologized to me for assuming I get them- but wanted to know if it’s true

you can’t buy ice cream or soda no more?

I tell her junk food is a got damn American right and offer to trade her ten dollars for a swipe

I sat down to write and got distracted:

– My garden is growing wild

– My car engine light is on

– A mosquito found its way into my house and has sucked me dry.

I’m ill and the insurance company ain’t approve my medicine adjustments yet;

feels like everything is tryna suck me dry.

I sat down to write and got distracted.

I got this article idea floating around in my head about language and how we wake up when we find it;

That’s all wokeness be.

But I can’t quite seem to write that either.

Maybe I just ain’t tryna think about all the heavy that happens, ya know?

When I sit down to write-

How much I weigh after I have written about the revolution

How I am the revolution 

And I could be damn near 100 pounds lighter if I just wrote about it.

This last line might take me a while to get too cause….

I’m distracted again, thinking about if my mortgage company does dirty shit with the money I pay them.

Cause ain’t that some shit?

That I signed up to pay 30 years to own something

When all I own be right here in this pencil flick 

And 300 pounds of revolution.