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Breeze Vincinz

BREEZE LOVE SOUL

HAUNTED

© Breeze Vincinz

I remember when I walked down the steps
and saw Trina’s life sized doll
move

I remember the bed in which we slept
and saw that shadowy figure in our
room

I remember momma’s teeth bleeding cause
she cried so hard over the phone
bill

I remember when my classmates said, “No one
loves you now fat boy and no one ever
will”

And when I laid me down to sleep
I prayed the Lord my soul to heap
upon the backs who tried to break me
upon the hacks who loved to hate me

Who I figured cursed my family
The motley bunch of Negroes we
It took awhile even after I heard the dog purr
That our house wasn’t haunted, we were

It took awhile even after I heard the dog purr
That our house wasn’t haunted, we were

I remember when my brother showed me
naked women so that I would be a
man

I remember when my grandmother screamed
when she found a dead rat in a Crisco
can

I remember when my aunt hurt her ankle
when she thought her father was at the
door

I remember when my mother hit me and
I ran away, best friend didnt know why
for

If it was ghosts then it would have been fabulous
But it was really us who actually blistered us
How wonderful if it were poltergeists in the bed
But it was the rats in the mattress under my head

We were never cursed, just stuck in our situation
I blamed the weather, I blamed ethereal apparitions
It took awhile even after I heard the dog purr
That our house wasn’t haunted, we were

It took awhile even after I heard the dog purr
That our house wasn’t haunted, we were

And when I laid me down to sleep
I prayed the Lord my soul to heap
upon the backs who tried to break me
upon the hacks who loved to hate me

Who I figured cursed my family
The motley bunch of Negroes we
It took awhile even after I heard the dog purr
That our house wasn’t haunted, we were

Absolutely no one cursed my family
The motley bunch of Negroes we
It took awhile even after I heard the dog purr
That our house wasn’t haunted, we were

Breeze Vincinz Writer
Breeze Vincinz Writer

April 28, 2026

Breeze Vincinz Writer
Breeze Vincinz Writer
Breeze Vincinz Writer

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Breeze Vincinz Writer
Breeze Vincinz Writer

I remember when the movie “Poltergeist” came out, I was fascinated with the idea of poltergeists and what they did. They were not ordinary, mischievous ghosts that just haunted a house that you could just leave there if you moved. Poltergeists FOLLOWED you. As a kid, that was the most terrifying to me, considering I always thought our little row house in the housing projects of Chicago was haunted. As I got older, I befriended a performance artist with several works that were autobiographical, and I always resolved that I could never do that because nothing really interesting or noteworthy really happened in my life, until I started replaying some things that did happen in my childhood, and then remembered, “Wait... wasn’t that house haunted?” And then this poem came.

Writer's Notes
Writer's Notes

I remember when the movie “Poltergeist” came out, I was fascinated with the idea of poltergeists and what they did. They were not ordinary, mischievous ghosts that just haunted a house that you could just leave there if you moved. Poltergeists FOLLOWED you. As a kid, that was the most terrifying to me, considering I always thought our little row house in the housing projects of Chicago was haunted. As I got older, I befriended a performance artist with several works that were autobiographical, and I always resolved that I could never do that because nothing really interesting or noteworthy really happened in my life, until I started replaying some things that did happen in my childhood, and then remembered, “Wait... wasn’t that house haunted?” And then this poem came.

The Toaster Made Me Do It

Breeze Vincinz Writer
Breeze Vincinz Writer

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Blog Post by Breeze Vincinz

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