Black Queer Hoe

Britteney Black Rose Kapri

• Publisher: Haymarket Books
• Year: 2018
• ISBN:
  9781608469536
• Topic: Literature
• Subtopic: American Poetry
• Index: Literature

Women's sexuality is used as a weapon against them. In this stunning debut, Britteney Black Rose Kapri lends her unmistakable voice to fraught questions of identity, sexuality, reclamation, and power, in a world that refuses Black Queer women permission to define their own lives and boundaries.

tindr

allow me to reintroduce myself, my name is Britteney

Black Rose Kapri aka Bee aka Besus Fights aka Go Go

Gadget Hoe aka That Bitch Your Mother wishes you’d

marry. of House Slytherin. first of her name. Queen of the

Clapback. Patron Saint of Fat Bitches with too much mouth

and even more tiddy. Duchess of Depression. Right

Honorable of Cellulite and Twerk. Professor Pop Off. Elder

Petty. Admiral of Hoe Tendencies and Anxiety. Captain

Can’t Save Em, but i keep trying. Siren to lost-cause niggas

and light-skin rappers. Master of Self-Deprecation. High

Priestess of the Pen and Mic. Countess of Shut a Nigga

Down. Server of Shade and These Hands. Chairman of the

Curve. Emperor of Don’t Come for Me. Lord of I Didn’t

Send for You. Don of the fuck your mixtape, papa john’s,

indiana, j. cole, and your misogyny facebook statuses.

Mother of Draggings.

all these poets is my sons. i create space for marginalized

youth to counter the narrative being forced upon them.

i also punt toddlers for crying on airplanes. i drink like a

sailor and fuck like my mother. i ain’t got time for your

shit, so come correct boy or don’t come at all. i chef like

your southern granny and bougie northern auntie that ran

and never looked back. spent the past twenty-nine years

working on being the best version of myself, which means

loving the worst versions of myself. ain’t no shrew to be

tamed, ain’t no horse to be broke, ain’t no Hoe to be

housewived. i be all this and i ain’t gone stop. i got my own

house, my own car, work two jobs, imma bad Bitch. But if

you call me Bitch i’ll skin you.

reasons imma Hoe

i fucked someone else. i was walking. he asked a question

he didn’t want the answer to. her man finds me attractive.

she doesn’t find herself attractive. the internet. a woman

in church didn’t like that i walked like a grown woman. i

was switching. i grew hips too young. my friends. i got on

the wrong train car. i grew breasts too young. i distracted

the boys from their schoolwork by showing my shoulders.

by showing my thighs. by showing up. i loved a woman. i

touched a woman. i left a woman. i fucked more people

than him. he didn’t teach me that thing he liked. i didn’t

like that thing he likes. i didn’t wait for him. i didn’t smile

for him. i smiled at another him. i carried condoms. i let

him fuck me without a condom. i said no. i said yes. i

spoke. i didn’t bleed. i did exactly what he asked me to. i

told him that shit was weird. i blocked him. i fucked her

man. i was breathing.

zaddy

he bends me over and asks me to call him daddy so i say

who? or blocked number. or yeah, i understand, next time.

you say i have daddy issues. so, it’s tuesday and i still want

to be loved. and sometimes love is a call two days after

your birthday with a promise you know can’t be kept. but

it feels good that he’s still trying. that you’ve learned to

wrap yourself in his good intentions and lull yourself to

sleep. i keep telling myself i don’t want men anything like

my father but the last four dudes i’ve taken seriously have

been libras and sometimes they forget to text or show up.

and if that’s not a daddy then i don’t know what is.

bad feminist

i like it when he tells me to shut up and suck his dick.

when he shoves his whole hand in my mouth. the spanks

before the bruises. when he tells me to call him daddy.

when she shoves my face in the mattress. when he

commands me back into the bed. both her hands wrapped

around my neck. when she asked if it was too hard.

when he made sure i was sure. when she did her research.

when she stopped even though i gave him permission.

when she still said no. when he waited until i was sober.

shawty with the ass

this one time

this boy sayay girl with the ass.

and all i hear is church bell...

Table of contents

• Cover
• Copyright
• Contents
• Foreword
• tindr
• reasons imma Hoe
• Back Cover