Finally got the text I could pick up from this incredibly powerful piece by Joshau Bennet.
I watch / read it every time I slip and forget my worth… Enjoy
1. I wish I could put yourvoice in a jar. Wait for those lonely winter nights when I forget what God soundslike, run to the nearest maximum security prison and open it. Watch thenotes bounce off the walls like ricochet bullets etching keyholes into thesternums of every brother in the room. Skeletons opening, rose blossombeautiful to remind you that the way to a black man’s heart is not through hisstomach, it is through the heaven in your hello, the echo of my unborn galaxythat pounces forth through your vocal chords, and melts ice grills into oceans,baptising our lips, until harsh words fade from our memories, and we forget whywe stopped calling you divine in the first place.
2. When I was born, my mothers’ smile was sobright it knocked the air form my lungs. And i haven’t been able to breatheright since. it’s something about the way light dances off of your teeth. theway the moon gets jealous when you mock her crescent figure with the shape ofyour mouth, queen. you make the sky insecure. Self-conscious for being forced staresat your face every morning, and realise that the blues of her skin was paintedby that symphony doing cartwheels on your tongue.
3. Who else can make kings out of bastards? Turn afatherless Christmas into a floor full of gifts and a kitchen that smells likethe lord is coming tomorrow. We must eat well tonight. I used to think mysister was a blacksmith. The way she put fire and metal and made kitchenmiracles at 14. Making enough foodto feed a little boy who didn’t have the words to say how much she meant to himback then, or didn’t have backbone to say so the day he turned 20.
4. Your skin reminds me of everything beautiful Ihave ever known. The colour of ink on a page, the earth we walk on, and thecross that held my Saviour
5. I’ve seen you crucified too. Spread out onbillboards to be spiritually impaled by millions of men with eyes like nails, whomake martyrs of your daughters. So I’m sorry for the music videos, for JustinTimberlake at the Superbowl, and the young man on the corner this morning. Madeyou just want to shed your flesh and become invisible. Never doubt, they onlyinsults you because… men are confused. We’re trained to destroy or conquereverything we see from birth.
6. If I ever see Don Imus in public I’ll punch himin the face, one time, for every member of the Rutgers and Tennessee women’sbasketball teams. Then i’ll show him a picture of Phylicia Rashad, AssataShakur, Eartha Kitt, my mother, my grandmother, and my 7 year old niece who’sgot eyes like fire bombs, and then dare him to tell me that Black women areonly beautiful in one shade of skin.
7. You are like a sunrise in a nation at war. Youremind people that there is always something worth waking up to.
8. When we are married I will cook. Do the dishes,and whatever else it takes to let you know that traditional gender roles haveno place in the home we build. So my last name is an option. Babysitting thekids a treat we split equally, and our bed will be an ancient temple, where Iconstruct altars of wax on the small of your back. We make love like the sky isfalling; Moving to the rhythm of bed springs and Bel Biv Devoe, angels applaudingin unison, saying this is the way it was meant to be.
9. My daughter will know her fathers’ face fromthe day she is born. And I can only pray that this superman complex lasts longenough, for me to deflect the pain this world will aim at her from the momentshe’s old enough to realise that the colour brown is still not considered humanmost places. But my daughter will have a smile like a wheelchair, and so evenwhen I am at my worst, when the kryptonite of this putrid planet threatens torender me grounded, the light dancing off of her teeth, will transform theshards of my broken body into heart-shaped blackbirds, taking flight on thewind that reminds me of my saviours hands, of my daughters’ smile, of mymothers’ laugh when I was in her womb.
10. Never stop pushing. This world needs you nowmore than ever.