For Blackness
Black Joy
Your joy is such a spectacle
One would not for the
world miss.
your peace,
mesmerizing
sending geese up and down
my skin.
your speech graceful
as it glides, reverberating
past your diaphragm,
pierces my spleen.
I make new blood from the event.
my catalyst.
your rhythm the very beat
that invents impulse,
engulfs the sinus
with activity,
quick stepping,
from my crown to the soles of my feet.
your symmetry grounds me,
sustains my weight
in hopes and dreams.
your foot work distracts me
from chronic productivity,
hypnotizes me back to the fleshless,
my spirits.
your wonder decsendant’s reference,
the decadence of craftsmanship,
science, art, arithmetic,
innovation,revolution
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the creme de la creme.
your community lures me into safety,
plush are
your gathered energies
opening portals of ancestral guidance,
infantries of intermarrying tribes.
You fight their wars,
You reap their efforts.
Who is to blame…
That your joy is so political
your brandished teeth an act of war,
your songs, chants
choke full with
presumed violence,
your recitals prejudiced
and propaganda.
your foot work unruly, menacing,
your wonder, wander disruptive
of the human machine.
your communities anarchists,
wayward and otherly.
disturbing the status quo with your joy.
creating precedent with your peace.
warmongering with your speech.
retuning energies with your rhythm.
recalibrating godliness with your symmetry.
commanding the earth with your footwork.
stretching the sky with your wonder.
commune child once more, sound in utero.
Black joy,
may you survive,
may you thrive.
