What can a man know of God
If he knows nothing of repentance?
What can a man know of repentance
If he knows nothing of a woman’s right to choose?
What can a man know of a woman’s right
If he does not witness softness as kin?
If he does not witness softness in men
If he does not witness often within
that strength of spirit overtakes strength of arms
Even chosen kings are not above writing Psalms
1. Maaan, you must be crazy
To think that I’m going to hold it all in
To reflect your blurry image of masculinity
You ain’t no mirror of mine
Light does not bounce between us
When I stand naked
Before a modest vanity
2. It makes no sense for rock to float
It makes no sense for water to dig graves
It makes no sense to know you are vast yet refuse to acknowledge your sky
Don’t hold it in, not when ocean water presses its skin against sunrise
I won’t hold it in, not when rushing water wears solid rock like old garments
3. Why should I hold it in?
Bruh, for whom would I be saving face?
I know who I am
I know Jesus wept
Why can’t you? Why can’t I?
Are we not vast? Are we not sky?
Maaan, gone and cry
A Badu song
Mothered my manhood
Boys can cry like yeyo
Boys, too, miss planes when dragging too many bags
God’s image is mine to claim as I am
Buildings crumble so why should one bear my name
Told me my name is a Black mother’s prayer
Answered in faith, with sound mind
Told me man’s strength is not greater than womb,
but born of it
in God’s time.
It crumbles soon enough
or slowly sinks back
to the earth
It is hard
but not indestructible
I will never be rock
I am indestructible
but not hard
I should probably
see a doctor about this