03 Sep When Did We Get Here?
When Did We Get Here?
a needle plummets from heaven, then it spawns a burrow inside a derelict water.
how it finds a away to perform miracle becomes blurry in the retinas of bewildered people.
they say my colour is a darkness chasing white boy from passing through back door,
& to pass white turnpikes, I must off my night skin at home then put on a white face so I won’t fold my arms at the back & explain a crime I never perpetrated.
a boy runs out of his mother’s room surveying the stars falling from firmament, doing this, he believes he’ll quickly grab his by the neck before it topples on the floor & brakes into the yolk of a brittle egg.
each night, I too, recount the stars like a poet sauntering through pages of an unfinished poems to be calm that mine still hangs there waiting for God’s miracle.
why must I hide my colour in the pocket of a water when black is a banderole of golden stars where I come from?
tell me, when did we get here where being black becomes a barrier on the streets of white people?