I Am, Too, Black!
I find enlightenment through meditation on verbs I spit. Rewrite and recite dictionary definitions of nothingness with metaphysical significance. Quote with the voice of God the prophet’s word and watch reality imitate it. Reclaim my domain trough eminence. Spiritual niggers come against. I spit lyrical mace in their face and brush that devil off my shoulder like he comes in jest. Toss taunts and tests. “Is that your best?” And I won’t rest until Each One Teach One reach some. Truth home come. Youth catch on, latch on, jump the wagon wall and ride on into the future. Dawn of Resurrection Kingdom come.
(What black man doesn’t enjoy frequent meditation on scripture and poetry…and fried chicken?)