- The Breaker's Performance
Will wine and cheese glut my art – kill my pop-locking arms?
Will it de-coon my continence, make me a better black?
Had this been the rat poison under my stove, I would’ve left it alone.
Had this been lumpia, pancit, a food song, you’d give me an island.
If I leaped into the arms of the first white suit and broad chest I saw, I might sink.
This last and desperate arc by spine is no nigger dance, no-blaxo-blessed-be.
I spin: my back bores into the floor. I tear out my song, not yours
Ronaldo V. Wilson received the MA degree from the Creative Writing Program of New York University. His poetry has appeared in a number of periodicals, including African American Review, nocturnes, Harvard Review, and Fence. He lives in Brooklyn.