black bondage, black pain–black pride, black rage
our people have been birthed through the torturous lacerations of whips and chains
fear is our enemy so trust in the divine
sacred powers heal historic wounds and bend the flow of time
whats mine is yours and whats yours is mine
unleash the godlike serpent writhing deep within your spine…
with so much toxic weight holding our black nation back
we have grown gifted with magic and with sacred craft
we fight to live with pride in what it means to be black
we find joy amidst apocalypse willing our fractals to channel our wrath
spirituals manifest the power of music to mitigate oppression
they kept time while we tilled the fields and signaled the moment to rise for liberation
divine visions offer prescient insight into our people’s collective direction
arming slaves to flee for freedom and rise up for emancipation
searing tears flow conjuring deep rooted psychic pain
this synergistic energy realigns the fractals metamorphing in my brain
black family was reclaimed from the lands where we were enslaved
black faith unleashes the power of the cross on the visions that spare us from the grave
we draw on the power of noble blood as we rise and resist
we conjure sci-fi futures in which there are black cylons in our midst
subaltern powers rise with the righteous power of pyramids
harriet listened to the word of the lord and spread holy fire like an anarchist
we root ourselves deeply into the earth fueling a fusion of sacred powers
let us listen for the voices of ancestors as they reverberate from distant stars
black joy is our anthem, our goddess, and our holy mark
black joy fuels a rooted resistance as we build a new world in our hearts
the first image is a photo by my brother Brian Kwoba; the second is a composite piece by @slavamogutin (on IG)
–BYPO PHOENIX c)2019
