Protest Poem

Down the language rabbit hole

In the great great beyond

I run into the sun for language

Inna void of public opinion

I like to burn for things

I don’t understand

Shining a blueblood light in the wound

I’ll slice the air with a bloody machete

Through the badlands to feel warmth

Down Hades river of souls

Looking at my reflection

Canoeing through times mouth

Throwing my soul overboard

I ask the sharks their names

Is that the moon or sun seeping down here

Swimming orisha goddess spawn

Drenched in cowrie shells I go

To the bottom of the world

Picking pidgin out my teeth

Time a bubble I pop in my mouth

The sharks have tasted slave bloods

Healing sounds like the rain taking

A full moon to unbraid words

From smoke unwinding fear out chaos

Flesh n’ bone n’ bountiful dollars

Is an image n’ sound

That my words have been trying to own

Phantom demons slaughter somebody

Harvesting orange yams inna salt swamp

I drink understanding somebodys earn nothing

Language issa enemy

Ship n’ Imma traitor tree

Bearing fear sowed fruit

Imma ocean

Beating down the devil

Ripping words from god meat

Words bond my sacrifices

Words help me find my family

Words are bonds my family must cash to eat