Free fees paid by blood,freebies never flood.
We confused firing bullets for shooting stars, then we hulett wished death over living with debt scars.
Our arms armed together as an army.
Stones thrown on black bones who brood white supremacy.
Stunt grenades peeled off our Blackness, so we faced God with white skin as if our Blackness was a sin, or an unseen scene who cares its a violent violet intimacy.
I found the skeletons of a Black God in the closets of higher education.
I saw a burning phoenix in the crossfire of bullets and stones.
It was a Black Child, seeking only to melt the colonial chains of slavery.