Life in Words

I mean, I’m just saying.

And Another Thing. 

there is a God who loved me before i was born. knew I was… made me Black. and called it NIGHT SKY DEEP OCEAN BLESSING. called it MIRACLE PRAYER GOOD. called it HIS IMAGE. Reflection perfection. and when i read the word in me i see myself. it has always been clear to me that i am not God, nor devil. not even a devil pretending to be god. i never sought to feed off of control. to make myself better than another man. and we ain’t never subjugated or oppressed another race systemically, institutionally, ideologically, any of them -allys. matter of fact we have always been the ally. always found God in a Bible they told us said we have to remain in chains in JESUS name.we used it to find freedom instead. maybe our ability to see God in all things allows us to see humanity. allows us to be human. allows us to see the wind different. i mean, we just different. and i always wondered, but i ALWAYS KNEW. CRAZY HOW THEY FLIPPED THAT WORD ON US. called us beast when they was the monsters the whole time. and i wonder what that is. i always questioned but never understood. to live in delusion and call it power. call it glory. say a curse and call it a prayer. call destruction God’s work. call hate and erasure love. and ain’t none of it good or God. AND FOR THEM OTHER FOLKS who talking ‘bout, they speak our language. HOW YOU WOKE BUT YOUR DOG BARK AT ONLY BLACK FOLKS. EXPLAIN THAT TO ME. i’m just saying it’s more to it than pretending you understand or acting like you know more about the struggle than me. you still get scared when you see me walking down the street. lock your doors in my presence when you the one that’s really the thief. i mean i’m just saying, i’m sick of living in your fairytale lie you call the truth and spun so good you got the whole world on orbit. it’s folks out here dying before they are heard. and they are dying at the hands of that story that started ‘cuz you ain’t ever see me in the first place. 

and what’s up with that? i mean forreal. you can’t even see me and you talking ‘bout God and love when God loved me before I drew my first breath. Before you wrote your story for my BLACK and called it the problem.

 I mean, I’m just saying. 

WHO IS THE DEVIL TO YOU WHEN YOU THINK YOU GOD?