When the darkness came,
     They all forgot light -
     fear seems to suffocate
     and what’s left is not right.
They held their fist
     back lashed in what
     They know, set aside their freedom
     and forgot that They could glow.

Hang me.
By my tongue from
the Tree of Life.
                 ​Repeat to me
​                  definitions of equality.
Let injustice drip
honey from my fingers
        ​ to remind me of purity
         ​that comes.
​                             Color,
let Eve curse
and Adam condemn
       ​ no man of his.
                   ​Baptised in red of
​                   the read,
         ​bathed in consciousness:
         ​what difference
​                             looks
like.
​                    Know companion.
       ​No compassion.
Syllables strangled
sensitivity,
                 ​the rawness of
​                 Rope. Burn. Words
                            ​ask again
      ​what it looks like.

Silent
is the barred mind
of a Girl
of a Boy.    

Colored prints
of my colored prints,
and America wasn’t great
to those whose hands build it.    

And their anthem plays on,
disguising detestation as protection
resentful the Sun’s
never made love to their complexion.

Shh, listen.
Did you hear it?

Its disturbing echo
inching down your spine.
Its chilling breath at the
nape of your neck.  

Snaking through my mind,
creeping in like fog.
Seeping through the floor,
spilling secrets like blood.  

Sounds of a clock
muffled by cotton.
Cloaked, it hammers
growing louder.  

Can’t you hear it?
The thumping it emits.
Shuddering through my frame,
suffocation, blame!  

It’s growing louder!
Uttering secrets only I know.
Acute are the senses
that hear its woe.  

Pounding away all thoughts,
persistent, Its haunts.
Shattering midnight it stalks,
nightmarish pillow talk.  

It grows, my skin pales.
louder and louder it wales!
A dead man’s heart yells,
telling its tale.  

Say that I am mad, do you?
If only you knew,
I hear things in hell, it’s true.
Don’t you hear it too?

Air  
still.  
City ablaze with light,  
and souls.  
And an acoustic guitar  
Echoing  
molten words  
an unfamiliar language of a  
Melody’s essence awakening.  
Inhale.