Thoughts of bringing a little black baby into this world
spinning in imitation of the external chaos that plagues
Our every breath.
In the stillness I receive the message:
peacefully, like the coming
and going of ocean waves on shorelines.
and unrestrained as the choir of blessèd Black beauty
belting to God
so he may hear us.
unaware of the ugliness reserved for Kings and Queens
Deep belly breaths,
deep belly laughs, and cries and wails.
So we may purge ourselves of pain
in this white world.
So we may breathe,
I want my kin to breathe.
Ungoverned by the belligerent
policing of Black breath,
in constant fight for what they declared
Our inalienable rights.