Please Excuse Me During This Transition.


Pardon the dust and cobwebs as I am transitioning into academic mentality. My last year in this graduate program is upon me and I seem to be drowning under all the run-around and red-tape. Classes don’t start for a couple weeks, but trust me, I need this time to prepare. I’d hope that you know by now, I will keep you updated pretty much every step of the way this year and am grateful that this is going to be my last year in this program! Research, writing, a manifesto, and more to come! However, for the next couple of weeks, I will be mentally preparing myself by finding motivation and sharing it with you all. I start with this:

I Must Become a Menace to My Enemies


I will no longer lightly walk behind

a one of you who fear me:

                                                       Be afraid.

I plan to give you reasons for your jumpy fits

and facial tics

I will not walk politely on the pavements anymore

and this is dedicated in particular

to those who hear my footsteps

or the insubstantial rattling of my grocery 


then turn around

see me

and hurry on

away from this impressive terror I must be:

I plan to blossom bloody on an afternoon

surrounded by my comrades singing

terrible revenge in merciless




I have watched a blind man studying his face,

I have set the table in the evening and sat down

to eat the news.


I have gone to sleep.

There is no one to forgive me.

The dead do not give a damn.

I live like a lover

who drops her dime into the phone

just as the subway shakes into the station

wasting her message

canceling the question of her call:


fulminating or forgetful but late

and always after the fact that could save or

condemn me 


I must become the action of my fate.



How many of my brothers and my sisters

will they kill

before I teach myself


Shall we pick a number?

South Africa for instance:

do we agree that more than ten thousand

in less than a year but that less than

five thousand slaughtered in more than six

months will



I must become a menace to my enemies.



And if I

if I ever let you slide

who should be extirpated from my universe

who should be cauterized from earth


(lawandorder jerfkoffs of the first the

terrorist degree)

then let my body fail my soul

in its bedeviled lecheries


And if I

if I ever let love go

because the hatred and the whisperings

become a phantom dictate I o-

bey in lieu of impulse and realities

(the blossoming flamingos of my

wild mimosa trees)

then let love freeze me 



I must become

I must become a menace to my enemies.


-June Jordan

Until Next Time, Comrades,



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