Poetics + Prayers : a battle against English to evoke Black intuition through spirit’s voice and ancestral rhythms.

40 Acres In Heaven

I need my 40 acres

And my granny does too

We ain’t never met

So heaven will have to do

Reimagining Black Space

The paranoia of Black space — healing from claustrophobia and the middle passage.

Black space has always been crowded. Challenging. And uncomfortable. Resilient. Optimistic. And imaginative. How do we take the Blues, lose the blues, hold down and uplift Black space? How do we share Black space without a care to who owns Black space because we know Black space is being cared for and we’re empowered, inspired, and in purpose as one of its caretakers? How do we create Black space? History teaches how to negate Black space. What do we re-member from what we’ve already learned? I need Black space. I need space to be Black, I need space to be curious, I need space to be carefree, I need space for all three, I need Black space. Why must there first be a white space in the market in order for capitalism to consider the production of Black space? Why do we need capitalism to invest in Black space? I am tired of waiting for Black space to appear, I am tired of seeing Black space disappear, we are in the process of ensuring Black space reappears. We all are. Looking for Black space. In our 23andme, in our iMessage apology, we’d like to be affirmed in Black space. If we’ve made it to Black space, we’ve made it home at the end of a long day, in a long week, in a long year. Black space is regenerative, it’s abundant by nature, it’s for Black people, it’s by Black people, and it’s universally needed. Fred Moten said, ‘I want to work with anybody that’s willing to make a concerted effort not to be fucking white,’ I’d like to add,‘In the creation and conservation of Black space for Black being.’ Are we not already the Black space we’re seeking? How do we re-member Black space by increasing our proximity to the Black space we have been removed from? How do we design our way back to nature? I have more questions about Black space than answers about Black space. But creating Black space is the nature of being Black space, so I feel prepared. How do we get out of our own way and be in the service of Black space? It’s in our nature. Allow us to be. We’re doin it. And we’ve been doin’ it. But you see us now. So know we’re doin it - we’ve been doin it, and we’re going to keep doing it. Because it’s in our nature. This is not a moment. This is not new. Stay consistent. Do the things that rejuvenate you and find your rhythm within the Movement. My bassline wants to play in muddy waters on 40 acres of young, curious, and carefree Black being.

Free Your Mind

When you free your time
you free your mind

When you free your time
you free your body and are looking to find space to be

When you free your time
you free your spirit from fear

Love is worth the time

Love takes time

time ≠ money

time = love

fear of time = love of money

Trumpetering to Mars

They finna send them poor whites into the stratosphere. Same way they sent them on them boats for the Virginia company.

Whitey on the moon. Ever eager for their next frontier. They trumpeter onto mars eager for economic value they can extract. If you can sustain life on Mars you can sustain business on mars. The whites really will try to colonize Martians the way they colonized Africans.

Their hollywood has been afraid of them since time immemorial. Painting a villainous alien the fantasy of our worst nightmare. A icky muhfucker that’s od swole and hideous. Slimy with disproportionate features and shit. In they eyes they aint never seen something so disgusting, so inhumane.

A N^☆gga like me see my best shot up against whiteness. A potential Martian homie who’s more empathetic than most of white america. Someone who perhaps may also be misunderstood or have had painted a narrative of them that was too far from the truth. A N^☆gga like me see an ally, per say. A comrade in this campaign for Black lives mattering. I too believe Martian lives matter. And that any spirits on Mars must got some kinda super powers that we can use to tag team these muthafuckas.

Whiteness is crazy dont trust it, we got the receipts right here!

New Africa

My grandmother was born in New Africa, Mississippi, it was so deep in the fields she said she wouldn’t know how to get back there. I tried to Google it and see if I could help guide us back there one day but I couldn’t find anything either. This begs the question, “Is my G-mommy lying, or is Google?” If you think for 1 second my granny’s ‘telling stories’ it’s fair game for a fade but truthfully, right now, I don’t give a fuck about having my history validated by whiteness or search engines. 23andme ain’t going to carry me home, capitalism is not a Jorja Smith song, I’ll have to make my own, and we’ll have to share to own. So if we can’t go back to New Africa, Mississippi, how do we go forward to it?