but first; a note on my name, in honor of Robert Jones Jr sharing my last post.
(wow i can’t believe you read it omgomgomgomg)
collecting myself. *ehem*
on names; Matthew Charles Bogart is the ugly one Mass throw on you and we act like it’s okay
that i belong to somebody else.
the last essay (bogarting Proverbs) was me debuting a WIP of a form of essaying that i’m practicing for my upcoming book. taking things that should be honored, and making it into whatever i want as violently as i please with no regard for the well-being of the source or source material lol. i’m super glad that Robert Jones Jr. liked it though that’s a treasure to me. however, the law knows me as “Bogart”. And “Matthew Charles”. i know myself as neither. now, bogarting is how i do what was done to me. i take, from hip hip, from writers, from God, the ancestors. From the mother I met for the first time last summer and she cried, “God gave me my babies back!”
what does she know that you don’t about what happened? i took on the name she gave me, in an other tongue. omowale. the child has returned.
matthew omowale anthony is the name i have chosen for myself, and it was given me by the mother who birthed me, and the father i was taken from? he is around. but please don’t call me the ugly one, ever.
the man we called my father; who did not arrive on my scene, really, until i was more than two years old.
Grandpa! That’s what i call him. old ass i’m ashamed to say a lie out loud ass. that’s me. if we’re all going to be liars let’s not pretend that i’m a believer. belief is for the wicked and i’m wicked on purpose. that’s what you call me. devil. animal. Taiwo! if you’re going to act like an animal we’re going to treat you like one!
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