Black Spring: White men praying to me with my own hands

He was the third white man that day who had   sent me the brown hands praying emoji like a   lyric in the sheering empathy my shrug broke  into shudder and I charged historical processes  were becoming biological ones they were thanking me   with my own hands sensing the guilty shamelessness in his  slang I sent the silence some watermelons and spreadsheets    a couple lemons ten rainbows and a gun with my own thumbs with  my own war and I thought to myself this girl's crazy but she's happy