There's this penalty mingling in the blood of kings and queens and it rusts into disease like a child with no education but eyes In one sentence I can say the west invented the virus and in the next they deserve it have earned their deaths and curses and rebirths early and in the sentence we're doing everything in our power to keep them out of the air , their words, their nerves, their parakeets of mercy and see irony between passages water or trapped blood or whatever I'm the daughter of, I invented
trust the laws of transformation they finally came by with flowers for my father's milestone and the courage to deliver them and some deliberate witnesses I called men fell in love with myself again this season when all the saviors are the killers again this season it feels meaningless to lament again this season I'm suddenly smiling again this season for
Marcus Garvey
June Jordan
Erupting chords or a broken sun and in their torpor a tour of becoming
the top downness of the comedown and have been down in the summit kind of way I wish Sun Ra was alive so he could storm the governor's office like a highly visible one in high places singing the downbeat weightless as if maybe he lost his name
Never let your army go home
