Afrofuturistic Fairy God Being

Pain tried to take control over my poem again.

And every line is thirsty for words

like bullets and body and rope 

but then

my afrofuturistic fairy god being appears

Rocking a gold chain and africa medallion

And the whole room transforms.

Y'all,

we in a Blacktopia right now.

I think every month is now February.

Aint nobody gotta worry about being late no more

because CP is the standard measurement of time,

and go ahead and look at your skin.

Ashiness has ceased to exist.

No more worried about how to worry about

lotioning that part between your index finger

and your thumb.

And on the third day,

after Black Jesus turned water

into Hennessy,

We electric-slide enough energy

to dismantle white supremacy.

And Santa has been replaced

with a nigga who don't discriminate

against folk who ain't got no chimneys. 

Drops down retro Jordans 

and raw shea butter and fried chicken

And whatever black vegans eat.

All from the sky like manna in Heaven.

And old heads

who preach of a twilight-like zone time

when the concrete feasted on our blood

and it will sound like fiction.

Like the time I scrolled on my timeline,

and saw a police officer, camera and black boy

and they all show up unwelcomed.

And I could feel the grief of every shooting

I've watched like this come to nestle in my ribs.

But then,

I felt the presence of my afrofuturistic fairy god being

'cause in this video no one is shot.

There are no buckling legs crashing to the pavement, nah.

This black boy and white windbreaker takes off running

like the air is carrying his feet,

like Jesse Owens is burrowed in his soles

and the person filming laughs.

They say, "Yeah, I got that on video."

As if to say, "Look, y'all,

how we stare death straight in the face and tell it:

'Get behind me, Satan.

Look, how it ain't over 'til it's over.

Look, how we've been enduring before a night with joy

cometh in our survival."

And I felt then how I feel now

like liberation was shut up in my bones

and I can be my own

afrofuturistic fairy god being and grant myself

a miracle when I need it.

When my life isn't just a political statement.

Nah, it's salvation.

It's worship.

It's church.

It's y'all turning to your neighbor and saying, "Neighbor,"

Say, "You are alive."

You are alive.

All of y'all. I'm looking at y'all. Turn to your neighbor

and say, "Neighbor, you are alive."

Say, "You are beautiful."

Say, "We gon be alright."

Say, "We gon be alright."

Say, "We gon be alright."-

Amen.