Don’t forget the beauty
Don’t forget beauty
Should you ever meet a day
Where you kiss the concrete
Stuck in a chokehold
By someone who is using your body
To mute their fear of the world
Inebriated off of a false sense of power
in an embrace that
reminds you of the one
A drunk uses when suffocating
The neck of a bottle
Please don’t forget the beauty.
I understand the power of prayer
But in those moments where you are unaware
That you are the next martyr
In a jihad against the devil
For a cause so abstract
Your death emerges in the form of a Basquiat like painting,
eerie and confusing
Don’t forget the beauty
And I know I speak from the other side of the picket fence
But my heart is a pallbearer to your soul
I will cry on the shoulder of catastrophe
But trust and believe
I stand on the back
Of beauty
Don’t let them paint your world ugly
Baby, you live in glory.
The evil is just an addendum
To a thesis
Documenting 846 reasons why
You helped the sun rise every day
Jesus,
understand the closer they press you to the earth,
the more powerful you become
Trust I feel your pulse
Every time my feet hit the ground
I dance on the rhythm of your heart beat
So that you know it still sang long after it stopped.
There is a chorus behind you.
Don’t forget that you planted a seed
Into this earth
So vibrant
That she sprouted up
arms spread in praise legs hugging your
Neck
Proclaiming “daddy changed the world”
Because he did.
Don’t forget the warmth
Of your mother’s touch
As you cry for her
Hoping her love punctures
Through this dimension
know, she will hear you.
She will rebirth you
Into a life beyond the terrestrial
You may arrive with the umbilical chord
Wrapped around your neck
But your cries are just a sign
There is life.
We hear you.
Don’t forget that you will shake this world up
There are fault lines in your fingertips
As the enemy runs for cover
We will rock hand in hand
As the spirit moves us
You are the Holy Ghost.
Don’t lose yourself in the
Clutch of an adversary
King, your body is just a vessel
To a spirit
That can silence the rattle of a snake
That can untangle the knot of a python
Nose of a pharaoh,
You are the heir of royalty
Breath that cannot be touched
So let go knowing that last exhale is wrapped in gold.
We wear crowns created from your
Gasps.
Successors to your magnificence.
We praise portraits of you
As you look down on us
And we see
You, are beauty.
