WP, STICK TO WHAT U KNOW: ANTHROPOLOGIE, VINTAGE DRESSES, HOMESTEADING, PLANTATION WEDDINGS, GENTRIFYING BROOKLYN, THE MODERN LOVE COLUMN, AFFORDING PRIVATE SCHOOL TUITION, EHFAR, CROSSFIT, MANHATTAN THE PLACE, MANHATTAN THE FILM, MANHATTAN THE COFFEE TABLE BOOK, KEEPING IPHONE WORKERS FROM KILLING THEMSELVES, WEARING HEADDRESSES & CORNROWS, USING APPS TO GUIDE YOU THROUGH “SKETCHY” NEIGHBORHOODS, OVERDRAWING YOUR LIPS, RIOTING WHEN YOUR TEAM LOSES, COACHELLA, BIG GAME HUNTING, #ALLLIVESMATTER, #WHITEGIRLSDOITBETTER, MISSING THE POINT, THINKING YOU HAVE A POINT

A POEM IN WHICH WE SWIM IN PUBLIC POOLS AND SPILL MAYOKETCHUP ON YOUR UNUSED LIBRARY CARDS AND UNREAD LIBRARY BOOKS

WP, STICK TO WHAT U KNOW: TAYLOR SWIFT, HARMONY KORINE, NUANCE, NEUTRALITY, LACANSPLAINING, LYING, CHEATING, STEALING, LIVING IN “SAFE” NEIGHBORHOODS, CROWDFUNDING ASSHOLE POTATO SALADS, “CAMBRIDGE,” “NEW HAVEN,” NEPOTISM, FUGAZI, WHITE “EMPOWERMENT” FEMINISM, RAPPING THE N-WORD BECAUSE IT’S IN THE SONG, SAN FRANCISCO, HOMAGES TO YOUR GOOD LIBERAL FAMILIES, RESTING ON THE LAURELS OF YOUR ONE WHITE FAMILY MEMBER WHO DID SOMETHING NOBLE THAT ONE TIME, THINKING EVERYTHING IS ABOUT YOU & EVERYONE IS TALKING ABOUT YOU & TO YOU, FEELING DISCRIMINATED AGAINST, FEELING CENSORED, FEELING THREATENED, FEELING DENIED

A POEM IN WHICH WE TURN THE RADIO UP AND KNOCK ON DOORS DELIVERING THE MONGREL WORD. WORKING UP THE MAGIC WITH TWO HAMMERS AND NO HANDS.

A POEM IN WHICH YOUR VANILLA ASS IS ALWAYS THE PUNCHLINE AND OUR LAUGHTER SO ENDLESS IT ECHOES DOWN THROUGH OUR BLOSSOMING GENERATIONS

WP, WRITE FROM THE HEART ‘BOUT: NYC COCK AND YR WHITE GUILT, AN AU PAIR WHO CAN TEACH YOUR KIDS SPANISH, KANYE WEST OR ANY OTHER RAPPER TO ZEST UP YOUR BOILED WHITE CHICKEN BREAST OF A BOOK, NUANCED PERSPECTIVES, “WORKING HARD” AND DESERVING TO HAVE IT ALL, YOUR HIGH RENT DOG PARKS AND LOWERED FINES, SPRING BREAK FOREVA, TWERKING, THE APPROPRIATENESS OF AAVE, TANNING, BEING A LEGACY, YOUR CONFEDERATE HERITAGE, VICTIM BLAMING, DUMB AF CONJECTURES ABOUT HOW A LIT CIGARETTE COULD BE A WEAPON

A POEM IN WHICH WE CUSS YOU OUT, CURSE YOUR ENTIRE LINEAGE, BARF ALL OVER YOUR NAUTICAL SHOWROOM CARPET, SHIT ON YOUR WHOLE LIFE AND HAND YOU OUR BILLS FOR FINAL PAYMENT