Bursting through the door
Bigger than life.
Breath, a strong wind.
Heart beats like a drum strikes,
Saying, “Pay me your mind.
I’m a thunderous cannon.
I’m a bolt of lightning.
I’m the Mother Land draped
Over your bleeding heart.
I’m the paint on the canvas
Of your seedy art.
Walking, talking, bold and emblazoned.
I will be seen wherever
and whenever I reside.
Don’t worry ‘bout me.
I, Black boy, wouldn’t hurt a fly.â€