Stephen A ran outta material?
Don’t you got a first take on Syria?
South Sudanese got recipes for river flowers fam!
Don’t they got poor white countries to care about?
What’s Europe’s answer to the opioid epidemic?
The French, due to a war of attrition, know how to turn zoos into Costcos.
Is that why they buggin out?
Cuz when two or three are gathered
There He is also?
How they call us minorities
But move like they’re surrounded?
Thought it was gonna spill on my way to work
Kinda reminiscent of Judge Judy
In how she moved through her earth
Saw me in her classroom
Spreading hope and happiness
Told me to “get out!”
Better to leave than disrespect the ancestors
Can’t wait for her to find out
Jesus looks like Colin Kaepernick
We were so happy onceSmiling
Never knew but still felt the temporality of it all
Looking at old pictures trying to recapture it
Kinda like the sorrow I feel when I use heating pads in my glove
I snap em and instantly feel regret
The liquid becomes a hot solid
Burning my blue fingers
The harder I squeeze the better I feel
But the sooner I know the heat will end
Would that I never squeezed you too tight
Would that I never allowed fear to freeze me
I need you and I pray that you need us too
Love churches, leave churches, ain’t perfect.
Need nurses. Don’t want hurses. No more curses.
Flaring up. Who care enough to tear it up?
Socialism and vocalism. Let’s share, enough!
You selfish. Don’t even know what wealth is!
Not til you don’t have it. U know what health is?!
Step kids feeling like they orphans.
Parentbuyerremorse daydreaming of abortions.
It’s sickening! I look to sky. Who listening?!
Same robe as Job (thunder rolls) I’m envisioning
Tickling leviathans commanding the shore to bend.
Fake smiles abound it seems they all pretend.
I don’t want it no more I’m looking forward to the end.
Peaceful. Gentle. Only question is when.
Trumpets and then I’ll be out of sight
Or surrounded by my love ones too tired to fight.
Is it right to have excess and claim you are blessed
When excess got you stressed home life is a mess?
Internal bleeding needing me to sit back.
With no kick back the end approaching I’m yelling get back.
This ain’t a sitcom my body is Vietnam.
Hard to stay calm when your body won’t stay warm.
The glory is at the end of the story.
So even through the trial,
I know that God is for me.
If you take that medicine
How you gon get thin?
Now I’m flared up
So much fatigue
Arthritic in my joints
I’d tell you how I’m feeling
But what’s the point
They talking bout my kidneys
Thinking what my kids need
Can’t hit that overdraft
I think that I budgeted
Forgot to do the math so now I’m
Now I’m flared up
Wanted to apologize for last night.
You came in to do your job
And my elder only saw your youth.
“You’re a doctor?!” she exclaimed,
“I thought you were a nurse!”
Subsequent conversation was unpleasant.
I was not offended but understood
Your grasps for authority.
My elder could not see
How her question accused you.
Fulfilling for a moment your fears
Of being an impostor.
And I’ve felt it.
Like no matter what I do,
Take me to Oslo,
And my aunt will always see me as six.
Take me to Richmond,
I’ll give you a speech
And they’ll still ask if I am from Africa.
The horror of being lowered.
You being a nurse is like me being a janitor or some thing.
But I’ve learned so much from custodians.
Lunch ladies and the least of these.
These people, my people
Respectable carrying receptacles.
Walked so we could run away.
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Youse a stupid dog.
Wha yuh a look fah een?
Deh deh a look pon window…wha yuh tink?
Parousia nah start today, papa.
Yuh nuh see seh we nuh ready?
Bwoy mi tell yuh!
I think Jesus show up right ya now we’d kill him again.
In all a him glory (tell the story!)
We so fool fool, we see him and tink seh
Di big man fit di description.
Bwoy mi nuh know!
Yuh tink dem woulda stop and frisk mi King?
Have a picnic, put a fiyah pon a cross or wha?
Baptize wid di firehose.
Last supper wid skittles.
Iced tea a fi wi blood type.
Mi like him, me’d a show up as a dawg.
No mongrel to wi ting.
Deh yah a wait pon mi Shepherd still.
Loathe this place.
Always showing up for dinner, forever on the menu.
Unspoken speeches turned tourniquet,
The Educator must entertain.
You cesspool of spiritual violence
A blasphemy incarnate.
You promise me an audience for oratory
Yet have no interest in others’ story.
I cactus here.
Love sustain I.
This bout to mess me up.
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