i find your theories misaligned
with what you practice and what you preach
like predatory men who write good poetry,
and student activists with telfars
and no smiles for their communities,
and those kids back at school
who would snicker at the sight of me.
although we could have never
been cut from the same cloth,
even if they tried to understand me
(and they didn’t).
you see, the illusions in which you have
chosen to reside and manifest your lies
are killing us slowly.
and the cognitive dissonance
that you work to maintain is proof of
where your priorities have always been:
in self interest, far from the unity our ancestors need.
their recollection failed to sense
my father’s rage and my mother’s contempt
grounding myself as i visit my favourite
tree to make sure she hasn’t changed,
they found me ten toes down
in the soils that made me.
this was the day that i realized
i was named for the victory of my community
and so to think that no justice and your peace
could coexist in front of a revolutionary
tells me all i need to know
about you and your beliefs
so i stand firmly on what i said
i find your theories misaligned with
what you practice and what you preach
like predatory men
who write good poetry
– rawest forms