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23: on identifying the sun

February 20, 2017 in Poetry

how dare you                    
tell me i ain’t the sun                                        when
you ain’t ever been     so warm                        when

i be so beaming          so damn                
bright    sometimes                    
you can’t even                            

look at me                                                         when
you come home     how                    
dare you tell me i ain’t the sun                         when

i make brown boys brown
make ‘em sing and yell                    
oh       what you want from me                         when    

you come home                        
brown boy    don’t                        
dare you tell me i ain’t the            

Son                            
i make brown boys     turn gold            
make ‘em run and sweat    glitter                    

how dare you tell me i ain’t                    
the sun                                                               when
they call me Ra                                    

i weep and give life to Man  who                
build pyramids in     my name            
be Atem come night

middle name be Saffron    
last name be yoursif you want ithow dare you            
tell me i ain’t the sun                                          when                    

i be responsible for flowers
worlds too    how dare you
leave before winter                                            when                    

i be responsible for seasons
the rain and hurricanes too
how dare you

sleep on me                                                        when
i be responsible for mourning
time too                             

                                                                            when
you comin’ home?            
i rise soon                      

and how dare you                
tell me i ain’t the sun                                          when
i been feeding the earth                    

since before i was given a body        
i knew love would look like you            
so                                                                        when

you come home    don’t                
dare you tell me                
you ain’t the one                                                 when

you come home    how dare you              
tell me i ain’t the fuckin’ sun                
you ain’t ever been so warned

                            

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