Last night I watched every single star in the sky fall
They burned audaciously with so much resilience against the ebony sky
The show ended then my eyes seared, my skin scorched as I watched the creation and destruction of magic
I couldn’t help to think that this is what it means to be black
This fighting to exist under the grueling force of everything against you
This imploding as your ash falls on the pink of your enemies’ cracked tongues
This going out so brilliantly and bold then failing to exist at all
I keep hearing that we live in a post racial society
They speak these words as more black blood is being trifled with by white hands
They want us to die in silence
Once buried our melanin seeps back into the rich wet soil to create another black king or queen
We will not let white treachery feast its bloodshot eyes on this lineage
The withered tongue of racism will not lick our already bleeding and throbbing wombs clean
The hands that smoldered the flames in us will become engulfed then rendered to ash
The ash will fill their lungs until it embraces the stygian soot
They will cough up all of the blood they stole from us into the russet soil
They will collapse to their knees
Their eyes falling onto the vast dark curtain for the last time
They will die starstruck as the last thing they see will be the resilience of what they sought to destruct
Their eyes will sear
Their skin will scorch
There will be no calling for an encore
They will bow
and our bones will crack in applause
