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There Is Not a Metaphor That Can Contain

by Bebé Machete

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Future Utope 04:28
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about

Did you look at the sun born out of the water?
Black turned red turned blood red, turned orange, green, blue water.

I'm not over Jordi or Jayson
ancestors born after me, babies too young to die.

I'm not gonna count hours left on the floor,
baby blue, memory drowned, abuela tears asked for more.

I'll count each drop, tears and holy water,
Padre, Hijo, Espiritu Santo, the son, the spirit, the father,

God, how do we count mourning?
Send flood, send baptism, send anything I'm begging.

Who told you? It wasn't I.
I hold them living, breathing, loving, learning.

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Nómbrame como un ataque de asthma, perdona
que te despierte con mi asfixia, pasará.

Escupir mentiras ya no me sirve.
Apodame! Dejame ser!

Una vez más, palabra ausente suenan
sus garras en esófago, no soy somnifero.

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My lobes are swollen and sore,
dangling blue clouded moons rest next to my door.

I took my moons out, I was walking alone,
dancing out late, feeling myself, my friends buffer and shield.

Is this who you want to be? Scared and unseen.
I paint my nails red deep in the fields, oh.

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My ancestors abound and around
Hold me, keep me grounded, they keep me surrounded.

My line is a tree, oh, and I am the leaf,
with the power beneath, someday I will die,

and turn to the root, when I'm lost I will turn to the truth,
resting on the shoulder of Lavoe and of Cruz.

Oh shit that is fine,
that shit it is mine.

Last LP I played with water!
Don't know if I was crying, bathing, or whatever.

I'm trying to find something deep inside me,
that holds me and grounds me, a home that surrounds me.

I'm tryna embrace what I already know,
trynaccept shit, trying to let go.

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released June 30, 2019

Released by Funnybone Records

Ghazal music video by Kelsey Sharpe + Mobey Irizarry:
youtube.com/watch?v=9K61BexRGwM

In collaboration with:
Ricardo Guerra, Kai Joy, Mailén Irizarry Muñoz, Maya Irizarry Lambright, Kelsey Sharpe, Aaron Kisslinger, Ilan Desai-Geller, Julie Bodian, Jacob Swedlow, Gervis Myles, Rituparna Mukherjee, Camille Vogley-Howes, Raffi Boden, Tito Puente and Oscar the Grouch.

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Bebé Machete Hartford, Connecticut

Bebé Machete is a genderqueer, Boricua experimental pop artist from Hartford, CT.

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