Of Kings and Queens

Kings and Queens
I descend from,
shoulders that hold
me aloft
don’t get Shun P.
pontificating on these
proud and noble people…
my roots.

About the
knees that have
been loathe
to bend to the
swarthy or
the unworthy,
them ol’ bums
as my Bigmama
used to say…
words live forever
thats why your Daddy
got you
reading encyclopedias,
my Grandma warned.
I obeyed, as she spoke truth
and I took the pen
to weather the storm
my Uncle said would
come,
find our people
y’all gon’ need
each other
in a wicked world…
a lot of love
in our family
that could
teach the world
something.
The gumption to push
back was burned into
veins by way
of stories, binded
with the power
of DNA Helixes,
hat tip
to the manifestations
of greatness…
the Glorious Ones
my family I love you
because I am you
thank you for pouring
into me as we
have work
to do
relentlessly shine
bright, blame it…
it is what our
people do…
now run tell that.