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Breeze, performing at IWPS 2019 in San Diego, CA.
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And this poem is a prayer,
rebuking, removing and defeating the spirit of fear from your life.
– Amen. – (audience) Yeah, amen!
This poem is about the brilliant black boy writing battle bars for Satan.
About the gorgeous black girl realizing she is God, therefore praying
to her own reflection because religion ain’t enough.
I don’t know if prayers have titles but if they did,
then this poem would be called, “Although I walk through the valley
of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil,
the brilliant gorgeous remix.”
So this poem kind of sounds like, “I guess I got my swagger back.
The devil tried to kill me, y’all, but I guess I got the dagger back.”
Or, “The gospel according to bone-crusher, bitch, I ain’t ever scared.”
Or, ” How do use Kirk Franklin’s Hello, Fear album as an oxygen mask
in the gas chamber of give up.”
Or, “How to use an ultralight beam as a night light
to finish your coloring book while eating Sunday candy
in the dark of doubt, you know, just take a chance,” no.
(audience) Yeah, let’s go!
This poem here is called, “The heart is a house of love.”
Or, “Love and fear can’t exist in the same space,”
so this poem is called, “When the heart serves fear
its eviction notice.”
No, this poem here is called, “I almost gave up today.”
But my daughter’s smile.
But my son’s laughs.
But my Mama’s prayers.
No, this poem here is called, “Guess what, yo.
Your faith never left.
It’s just be your inner child, loving to play hide and seek
at all the worse times which is actually really the perfect time
because it always loves to hide in all the places you forget to look
when you go through something, like the last place you saw God at.”
Or this poem is called, “The praise dance of a sinner,
a fight song for a scared to start over because your genesis
be engulfed in darkness where your circumstances
make you forget how to speak yourself a sun.”
This poem here is called, “That one time fear was talking shit.”
Fear said, “I bet I catch you walking through that valley
of the shadow of death because I be that darkness there.
I be heavy in them streets so heavy, you won’t be able
to lift your voice saying, ‘You are poor, nothing to get you
off of my block.’
You think you tough, huh?
Try me, sucker, I’m fear!
See if I don’t choke the ‘let there be’ right out of you!”
Or this poem is called, “The pull up when I ran up
on fear hoe ass because he was talking that shit.”
Like I be walking through that–
like I be walking through that valley of the shadow of death often,
and, bitch, I ain’t ever scared!
I got my swagger back.
Devil tried to kill me when I’m up in this spot
looking as fresh as Sunday candy, all ultralight beam awesome,
illuminating all that nothing he thought he was
and yes, I found my faith.
It never left.
It was just playing hide and seek with the prayers
and the laughs and the smiles, that were coloring book bright
hiding in the last place I saw God at.
O, fear, I talked to God, She told me to ask you,
“What’s all that darkness you think you are?”
after She reminded me that I am the light She let there be.
This poem here is called, “Cursing in church.”
“The testimony of a heathen that God ain’t through with,
‘long as I ain’t through with my Goddamn self”
and no, this poem here is called,
“When the brilliant black boy writes battle bars for Satan,”
a gorgeous, brilliant remix poem,
(clapping and cheering)
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