They’re calling me the first black princess (liars) the wonder royal the mark. They’re calling me a fugitive an accomplice an escaped convict actress at the cattle call just wanna play that one black singer with the hands, the romantic lead. They’re calling me black like it’s a riddle and my mama blue like she’s a loose level of sky in the new iambic five rimmed human that limb that infringement blue lake numb They’re calling me Angela hussy sustenance intentional in my suffering in my next life in this life the wealth of it aches having been stolen from love the neck of it drifts to the left like an eavesdropping yellow dove if I am being watched If I have a guardian If I am to witness the grinning garden feed me to its carnivores and madmen They are calling me a savior They are calling me a slave I almost forgot I am that man’s daughter product of a love so grand it birthed its own object They’re calling me that too a winner / the black miraculous but I heard winter and tore the netting off in chapel swear ima roll out the green glass of happy endings and step on it till my souls bleed them singing won’t bleed me the many voices of blank boychildren paid to call me and hang up and hang me by sun up and mount me to the metropolitan wall and gaze muttering baby you look so unfaithful at the gates They’re calling me a faith a low down religion a lazy way be born inside
a runaway a runaway a runaway a runaway
a runway flurried with her magnetic disappearing
