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Code Switching

Slam Poetry

By Jessi JonesPublished 3 years ago 2 min read
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Photo by Alisa Eykilis @alisa_eykilis

am i on code switching

for the sake of security in false needs

sporadically me

shrinking the doses of my seasoning

salt, pepper biracial ethnicity

measured in plastic spoons

filtered out acidity

and centered around white supremacy



can't handle my taste

intimidates

must be hard to stomach

with burnt buds and no accountability

i'm sour, sweet, and spicy

smoked mesquite, mild intensity

over your head, instinctual adaptability

there is no intuition in privilege

a subconscious of singularity

like - being multilingual is threatening

like - fragility at its peak in proximity

like - an appetite to appropriate dialect so delectable

like do it for the likes - clout chasing

like L - I - K - E

(L)actose (I)ntolerant to (K)inetic (E)bony

WHEN YOU HEAR US SPEAK

African American Vernacular is an intimate exchange

a knowing, a form of telepathy

can't perceive half the knowledge in blackness

the beginning; the ending

an intersectionally savory

framework of centuries

a library of diasporic identity



or am i on code switching

cuz the PTSD

resulting from a circumstantial upbringing

a 22 year old lifetime of adversity

carrying a dense ancestry

triggers a rapid thirst for variety

shoulders burdening and lifting

perpetually working to making it healthy

seating and reseating back into autonomy

slurping experience dry mouthed

by the bulk abundantly

same me is never me, new energy

flexibility

no lingering, no stagnancy

nothing is current

but an exchanging current, everchanging

I direct my attention, passion, curiosity

to wherever I am looking

spoiled by the gift I give myself living presently

consciously absorbing and releasing

clairvoyantly seeing

ears ringing in forest green - a choir is singing

hyperdynamic in thinking

the unicorn is speaking

leo sun conjunct leo mercury

ADHD becomes more prevalent throughout the healing

but non-attached to diagnosis

cuz everything is temporary

all things fleeting - it's freeing

dying while hearts still beating

making rounds; ideas and patterns reimagining

making nothing - no effort in the making

a rhythmic inflection with syntax repeating

for more emphasis and new meaning

a rebirth of authenticity

and there is none



is that even code switching

do i even know anything

or am i assigning things

like white folks

desperately clinging

to this goofy ass hierarchy

cuz i need wholesome routine and boundaries

to have some sense of sanity

in this boundless reality

but i get bored easily

so i switch codes

at presently ambiguous planes

108 degrees in 7 dimensionalities

there is no inbetween

when the "purpose" is to exist between

everything is happening all at once, prepositionally

attracting and pulling

relativity in real time

is an illusion that's relatively intriguing

it's only ever been about journey

that which is unable to be complete

as consciousness is an entity

that is and be's for eternity

creation and destruction are the same Goddamn thing

spirit is calling me

soft and loudly simultaneously saying

it doesn't matter - don't take things seriously

to choose amusement is to remove control means

to know freedom is to live deliberately

and that's what i'm on

slam poetry
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