By Tai Amri

yeshua
breathe deep your demise
roots shooken loose
and bloody eyes
speak sighs
of lost baby cries
remember your name
is more than black
and empires were built off your back
in fact
they still are
blind devils still tap your soul
for overmined gold
the way fools roll
your curse names off their tongues

i pray for spicy rice
coupled with fried plantain
yemaya singing
to bongos in sandy rains
the liberation of bodicuas
of every skin color, race, ethnicity
and my silent wish is
to have no connection
to this nuclear adorned nation
to look on
citizenship without shame
and live off of non-slaved goods
is my american dream
for that
i’d give up my honey and cream
cash ransacks everything America manages
including souls like mine
yearning for truth
and youngbloods
selling their youth
for some golden bullets
in their manhood
and the false voice of Christ
in sizirup viles

stop dying god
what will we do without you?
you’re clocking your own death
punking your own divinity
you’re hustling yourself away
and can’t even take
the time to see that
you’re already on god’s path
already seen god
looking back at you
in the mirror
you are your own desire
don’t have to sit in the fire
to prove worth
it was there before your birth
just believe it
and say it
and hear yourself speak
it’s god