I never want to go to another rally where we play the same rhetorical political games with the same mouths that speak the same language as the system that can justify
I want to build a bonfire. And I want the drums to beat. And I want ululation instead of words. I want to call on our backbones. I want to watch skittles simmer in the heat. I want to wail
for every gunshot that's ever carelessly left its home and found tender flesh in a black man
I want to scream for every black woman who has left pieces of her soul on the ground. I want to
hear a silence so fierce it mirrors the
tension I have in my shoulder
blades from being an agreeable negress.
I want to slice that silence with a roar that echoes in the past so loud that my ancestors bones wake
from the bottom of the ocean and come dance round the bonfire.
I want to split the world open a million times for every girl
and sewn shut with razors, glass or words
I want to pound the earth with my fists until the moon trembles
I want words that don't mean shit to become extinct
I want the core of the earth to spew lava on every lie ever told about
I'm fucking pissed
I want all my children back
and in their right minds
I want to roll in the ashes of the fire and wail
until this grief floods the world
and we realize what the fuck is really going on
I want us to stop being spectators to real hunger games
and get real intimate with the depths of our own souls
so we can be fucking human
instead of input/output machines.
This is not an extensive list of my demands. more later.