#qpoc poetry
Sapphire Dyer
Rose from the ashes after my feathers went up in flames
Recycling the victims of a hate crime, like it’s a game
Roll the dice
Same colour but a different name
It’s a-shame.
Infinitive steps backwards
Mind spiralling uncontrollably
I can’t change my black
But that’s why you’re coming after me
You can’t dilute this kingdom
So you might have to just kill me
I bleed black power
So you’ll be spreading me all over these streets.
Think twice
Act fast
My silence wont last.
You thought
Brittle black
break that black…
But I rose from the ashes after my feathers went up in flames.
It’s a shame
That you thought this black was the same.
-Saffy D
The waves sway like uncle at a reggae dance
Side to side
My uncle glides
Rocking his body to the beat
As everyones eyes follow his sway
Uncle rockaway.
His body eases to the music
Then he grabs aunties waist
They float across the dance floor
Making everlasting memories
Smiling into eachothers eyes
That’s how loves meant to be
He gives her a peck on her warm soft cheek
Then takes her hand so they can take a seat.
His loose silk shirt
lightly blows in the breeze
As his little plaits jump to the beat.
The next day we got news he had past away
Pain hit me like a truck or a train
Heart burned like I was inflamed
Eyes watered like I was engulfed by a tsnami
This cant be!
My heart got heavy as they filled his hole
My mind went blank
As I watched him float
Like a feather on air.
Uncle rock away like a boat afloat
Uncle rock away to the sound of calypso.
Fly uncle fly
My angel in the sky
Rockaby uncle on a cloud top
Uncle don’t drop
My love wont stop.
Sway uncle sway
Wave uncle wave
Uncle’s so slick
His memory will stay.
Should’ve Could’ve Would’ve,
Didn’t Didn’t Didn’t.
I write because no one LISTENS.
The storm within her raged on.
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