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Deonte Osayande

On an app
dedicated

to black love
I found more
white people

than I have ever
met in my real life,

our own spaces
away from this
void of whiteness
but just like our

history, even that
will eventually
be invaded.

Black Love

               

Deonte Osayande is a poet from Detroit, MI who finishes his poems with the titles instead of starts them with them.

Deonte Osayande

Birth certificates,
in the safe
with the guns,

with my slave name

diplomas, my broken
laptop from years back,

notebooks containing years
of old love poems
that I used to write,

mail from over
many months
ago, innocence
and other falsehoods,

my sister, and her kids,
old photos of childlike
versions of me, my old

sneakers, televisions
and video games
from times long ago,

bags of clothes
not worn anymore,
my cat’s old food
and water bowls,

the engagement ring,
given to my ex that
gave him to me,

somewhere
hidden under
the bed.

Things Left at 18063 Woodingham

                  after Francine Harris

Deonte Osayande is a poet from Detroit, MI who finishes his poems with the titles instead of starts them with them.

Deonte Osayande

Microaggressions

To be told you’re so articulate, to hear
how smart you are as if you’re not
supposed to be, to be told what you are

despite your opinion, to hear a welcome
to the performance poetry world instead
of just the poetry world, to be told how

you’re rare to have come from your
environment as if that is a compliment,

to hear how you’re a tiger, endangered
all the time, when you just want to be,

to feel the impact of microaggressions
when nobody else can feel them so they
don’t believe you about your tragic pains.

Deonte Osayande is a writer from Detroit, Michigan. His first full collection of poems is entitled Class with Urban Farmhouse Press.

Deonte Osayande

Awkward

Walking in on your coach
getting replaced is like
accidentally stumbling
into your parents having
an argument about affairs
that happened years ago
or walking in on your brother
masturbating or maybe before
all of my memories crumble
around me I should just stop
stumbling into rooms unannounced.

Deonte Osayande is a retired sprinter turned nonfiction writer and poet.

Deonte Osayande

Expendable

In sports, everyone
eventually becomes replaceable, the lucky
don’t see who’s next biting at their heels

and in the end our bodies are on borrowed time,
eventually betraying us, with loan payments

that we have to pay later on in life
but I always knew I was expendable
from the day my high school coach
told me he never favored me and tried

to have me replaced by a runner who
wasn’t even as fast as me and one
that I thought was my enemy

until we had guns drawn on us
when we returned to school.

Deonte Osayande is a retired sprinter turned nonfiction writer and poet.

Deonte Osayande

Cellular

If I made an app on my phone
for black love I would name it
something like did you eat
or let me know
when you made it home safely
because I need the condition
of my lover’s survival
on hand, in my palm
at a moments notice
just like how quickly
all could be lost.

Deonte Osayande

The Paranoia Says the Helicopter Searches For Me

As the announcement
of the training
exercise on campus
for the police force comes
into my classroom and I joke
about the threat, about
my blood pressure as if
there wasn’t a shooting
at a community college
weeks before, as if I weren’t
the same complexion as the targets
cops use at their shooting ranges.

Deonte Osayande is a former track and field sprinter and writer from Detroit, Mi.

Deonte Osayande

Traffic

The other cars on the road
cut us off, forcing
the awkward silence
associated with the wait
in the cab longer than expected
which prompts the driver
to ask what kind of people
we’d be interested in
buying
if he were selling
and this wasn’t just
“an odd hypothetical”. 

Deonte Osayande is a writer, instructor and former sprinter from Detroit, Michigan.