
Black Magic
I am cocoa bean and vanilla powder. Milk-Chocolate magic aluminum and steel can not contain.
I am Spirit
once tamed
now set free
caterpillar bonds
busted by butterfly wings!
I am Imagination
like a diamond studded dandelion When the wind whispers my name
it refracts and shines bright
right into the drums that keep space and time your ears can not evade my voice!
I am energy. Repeated. Recycled. Reimagined. Reborn!
I am melanin-rising
made tall by the backs of ancestors flanked by a murder of feathers given wings by imprisoned ascendancy!
I am the barefoot horseback rider charged to proclaim
“The revolution is not coming The revolution is here.”
Upon the soles of prophets before me I stand and proclaim
“Black lives matter”
and a ladder of actions
build more
than words.



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