when you can no longer hear the hum in my heart
but can trace the pain down my neck,
bring your ears to my palms and remember for me:
how the power dances on the tip of my tongue,
how it curves into my hip.
its easy to forget in the routine of sleep
ashe is always with me.
listen to the moon for me-
see her shelter just underneath my nails
and when I can’t light my own eyes,
I need you to look for me.
pinch me into woke, into Destiny
we Earthseed are otherworldly
and like, shells break but remain whole.
this is a spiritual warfare
casted upon a previous lifetime.
remind me of truth stained into the shores of Ayití
all the way to Ferguson, Staten Island, and Baltimore.
nina simone your way into my memory
you heard assata:
we have nothing to loose but our chains.