by breath the cascade of dying the fierce
loyalty, to believe like freedom the cirrus environment that calendula
esophagus while beats drum to bee movements. social origami or pain gutting
into mental black lives. a living proposition such unity unrests while animals have
become liberty. those wispy hairs those golden eyes or skin revealing its
origin. a tiny chrysalis or mutated silence so born into racism. the American Cyst
to sense it burst while leadership blames the victim. such whirling such argot
intimidation to imagine we give a damn about apologetics.
the
physics of a daughter. the war to existence. where it should be free. but
prices paid, egregious pirates, where one gene mustn’t submit to violence.
bones at graves or sensual sorrow while so blue his mind failed. so many pieces
our bodies spread over cities while true frustration becomes mental debris. the
fortune in dying the fortune in rebirth or the fortune in ink drillings. gathering
mirrors or championing our persistence while Jesus was a super-tongue: to
imagine repercussion or the way we feel where beauty, too vocal, must be
destroyed. (as unto me, then you too, for we know what’s in man.)
those
sky-halls, those doors there, the entrance spells reality, those films such
ruts or sore into impassivity, to re-die, to color suits, while something more
is relevant: a dear signature or wretched ratios while minds stumble into labs.
to imagine a Black initiative at Trump’s paws where it’s rejected. (we seem
silent we anger easily while battles must be political. the bonus for
subservience, the goal for a heathen, the outcome for demanding citizenship.
our teargas our public fairytales or so right murder becomes a specialty: the
murder of body or insistence or our Trump so disgusted—his watch his travesty,
while angered more by the people’s sheer disrespect. our intolerance. our cry.
while beating us is always an option!
