Portrait of rage with caution tape & bullhorns --
War strategies for every hood --
Transhistorical for the X in my gxrls --
II. The creek behind my childhood home was one of those small heavens --
& What is a heaven without a god to break it --
Some of the men we love are terrorists --
Yes, I am done with the god of white men --
Transhistorical and I observe the Sabbath like a ill verse --
Held like arsenic in each of my kin's mouths --
Cpt or lessons in god-timing --
IV. Pantoum for aiyana --
Like a freedom too strange to be conquered --
Thottin on fountain drive --
The world between me is gender --
Transhistorical for the men we love --
This poem is a hex, tread light --
Psalm in which I demand a new name for my kin --
In the event I become some unrecognizable beast.
