i’m your video boy
is your world
is a jenga castle
is the sound
that a hymnal makes when you close it
without care and without
but the siren is
wonder how my name will read in the credits?
will they spell it right
use my nickname
will they call me a newcomer to this
a seasoned star.
has never seen a musical as realistic as my screaming
sent black children to their beds, worried
black mamas to their jobs, worried
you could call it a sickness.
am the feature in a centuries-long production,
and i ain’t even get a nomination.
never won the oscar. i
to lose my breath on cue
like daddy taught me when i was 9
in the backseat of his buick when you introduced yourself
did they like it?
live and unedited
as if we hadn’t ever rehearsed this
as if we hadn’t ever acted
you and i are co-stars, now. you and i
are family, here, in this place between badge and breath
we are made but we are something, now, you
are something now, murderer
or man with no patience for black people living.
it is all the same.
are only left on when somebody wants to get caught so
you could say we both
been waiting on this day for years
and years and
we’re on screen now and the whole world is watching
for a jolt
for a jolly
for a resounding
i have seen this film
the script all seem so familiar”
for someone to charge plagiarism
to walk out of the theater
or away from their laptops
a street or some
we are made but we are something, now, i
am martyr now to the girl whose eye i never caught in high school
how my face won’t ever leave her memory nowadays