blackness
is your mother feeding the earth
her sweat
and your father feeding it his blood
for your survival.
it is earth still
demanding you to
bend in prayer
so it can feed
off the marrow
from your knees
for your survival.
it is coming here
with a soul already broken.
it is running out of things to
feed your healing.
it is grinding your
faith into things to fill up
your fissures.
it is god
still wanting to play
test of faith with you.
a poet that only knows only how to write sad poems.