it gets difficult our prayer-beasts our
lava grounds. the fate of dying the depletion of deference while begging to
battle one last death. to mention freedom or its confines so lost in white music.
our multivalent curse. our varicolored harmony. where many whites are frontline
vanguards. it speaks to pain. it speaks to justice. it feels like it might
live. at earshot such profanity. at mind-acres such growth. where it becomes
terrible displeasure. something nudging us as we fail or congratulations to
winning while afraid of vanity. (awash the soul. become realistic. while
bathing in furies or wrestling relativism. our scars so social our nonchalance such
tears while most men salute inner feelings. midday massacres. kindhearted
dismissals. our familiar kiss ass routines. a man with side-problems, a desk so
indifferent, or God answering slowly.) this fool in me this chastisement in me
where dreams seem like a hoax. the gray carpet those terror skies where it
becomes a touch of hell down-here. so distorted with nothing on me while I race
through gravity—the black star our black lives to swear in debts they matter—as
abused or grieving as to question destiny: our abuse made justified our
millions made dollars where pigmentation determines interactions: a man to his
woman. a mattress to its frame. a couch to its pillows. the hours adjusting
relying on minutes where they rely on seconds: the fortune of activity. those
years so abandoned. our roots fretting reality. the symbol of black women. or
the summit of white women. while foreign women are too distinctive to disvalue.
timber burning, or eyes awakening, where some prayed for our daftness. to
wander by laws or to converse with helium as to determine it was meant for us:
those amendments those guns while the vagueness is treasured by law makers. the
ghosts in here the stench of ethics while we behave as we desire. as if something
abstract would harass something concrete to unlock invisible medians. those
walls rising as tearing through skies to then ask a man to leap. our decadence
our corruption while decency has become a joke. so favorite it is, to determine
like self, while sacrifice becomes something extra!
