We be more than mourning bodies
We rejoice
Stomp our feet to the sound of the old heads dapping up
The bass from they laughs & they
“NAH, I’M TRYNNA GET LIKE YOU”
Gives us something to remember that we alive
We breathing
Jaicey wouldn’t have it any other way
She dream herself superhero but the powers
come before a loved one’s death.
She loved comics so much as a kid she became one
Welcome to the Spider-verse
Sis, is the baddest Spider Man you’ve ever laid eyes on
I honestly don’t know too much ‘bout superheroes
But I know ‘bout Black women…
Jaicey say she can flip off a building and build herself
a nest of silk & I believe her
She say she can breathe underwater longer than Aquaman
& though that statement is questionable, I believe her.
She say she can do any type of superhero shit & I believe her
She says that for every day that she has spent mourning
she will experience two days of joy & I believe her.
You know Nick say he in that Spider-verse too
& it ain’t no competition with ‘em
Miles Morales dreamt himself in that world
& so did they & I refuse to let you tell them otherwise
When my people rejoicing ain’t shit interrupting
Don’t you hear RJ chopping it up in the kitchen
He ain’t letting Aniya’s slick nibbles deter him from
putting life into them greens, yams and mac & cheese
She ain’t letting his slick looks deter her from tasting either
When I tell you that when we feel joy, we feel it
Donya sitting in the living room
She call the couch her throne
She got Lion King playing
She tapping her foot at all the right parts
My good sis just can’t wait to be queen
This the first Disney movie that showed her it was possible
She rolling her eyes cause she told RJ she done wanted tacos
But she aint complaining because the music is soothing…
You know the sound of the old heads
The chopping
The nibbles
The sound of laughing
It be too joyous to complain
‘Cus we living right here, right now together
& we’d be damn if anything took that away.
