Your Black Fist
Lyrics
I want my mouth
to speak nothing but praise
when speaking of you
My beautiful black messiah
I want to be the key
to the rusty cage
that imprisons black love
use me
I want to love you
as I love my own hands
with necessity
with appreciation
with respect
In the bedroom
In the boardroom
In the street
and at the table
give you respectable
representation
expecting only truth
of you
never fearing it
I want to be a queen who
makes you proud too
One who makes you understand
that making love to me is
among your most noble deeds
In me, your seed is not wasted
but savored and manifested
before it is measured & devoured
broken down and regenerated
on my tongue and through my womb
in the game of your school
as historic files of your pedigree
I want to work out the kinks
of my trying childhood socialization
and inferior education with you
Share fantasies and dreams
make plans to follow through
Verbally arrest you
before working the kinks
back into our hair
Lay and cool down in our sweat
I want to be your stairs
where there were only flatlands
To let down my hair for you
to climb into heaven
I want to be the chant
in your railroad song
and to go the distance
of the track with you
Like the Panthers, insist
like Montgomery bus strikers, persist
in the taking of our destiny
into our own hands
I want to be the revolution
in your black fist
I want to be the revolution
in your black fist
by Jessica Holter
Book, Verbal Penetration, Page 11
