A star won't fall, but it will rise,
like chest rhythms
heard over the sound
of the world's lies.
Are they hard to find,
or are they hard to be found
being you've seized the truth?
We are the roots!,
the bonds that hold the glue,
so let mouths slip loose.
Let the lips spit and chew,
but don't let the man get at you,
the gang member banging blue.
Black lives mattered always,
from the slave shacks
to low income project hallways.
Be the noose,
not but a braided loop
that captured all that is you.
-Jg