Updated: Apr 27
(a Poem to White Supremacy)
You’ve been borrowing me for so long
That I forgot to demand myself back
I found me
Sinking in a university lecture hall
Feeling all momma I made it
All hands raised
Begging for a seat at a table I set
Who lent me to you anyway?
Was it my mother?
Was it the back door?
Did you arrive on a night when we were flying with each other in our sleep?
Did you pretend you were the wind?
How many scriptures did it take to bewitch us
To smother under your wing?
Where is your home?
Can you point to it on a map with a bloodless finger?
Say, This is where we the shot the Healer
The Umi and child
The Descendants of the gold complected with Sun for feet!?
Oh, the pain of being a surrogate to some trifling dog
Giving birth on a laboratory table
Presenting it to your parents
Watch it chase its own tail
Sniff and hunt
Blame the hunted for the reason we feel like prey
After the capture
How long did you think it would be before we would collapse?
After the bleeding
How long did you think it would be before we would attack?
We are not a burning people
Must you set flame to another black being to understand
We are a root kicking its way through tainted soil
We are the soil!
Kicking its way to become its Self
If we leave this place
Do not be mistaken
It will be the sirens that send for us
To leave you here
With nearly no one left to eat
But each other.