A Poem for Indigo

For nothing more than the Love of my people
I fight
staying my path
honoring the ancestors
dragging the children to freedom with the passion of the Christ
because even as a child You freed my mind
and I Love Your imperfections
           the way You colored outside the lines
though Your artwork didn’t win any prizes
as an adult Your heart’s work saves lives
and touches souls unknown even to You
and it pleases God to see You do what You do
because the truth isn’t always what’s said
but in the hand’s work
and no matter what comes and goes
He will be edified through man’s work
and You
You’ve done a lion’s share
tending the fields and feeding His sheep until Your hands hurt
what more can we ask for?
from the time they leave it in the morning
’til after the Sun cries
and Your knees hit the floor
and I beseech thee
take a few moments of time to teach these others
who only pretend and fall short
because their work wasn’t from the heart
they were monetarily motivated from the start
but from the moment that I opened my eyes
           there You were right where You’ve always been
with me looking for the truth so hard
making it hard to find it
but here You stand
and I’ll believe in You from now until judgment call
I pray that I’ll have from now until then to figure out a title to give You
because You are more than a friend
I’m prepared to be the same to You from now until the end
perpetually moving through life cycles until my life cycle ends
these might be my last days
this poem might be my last peace
so I’ve got to speak my peace
because this piece could very well be my eulogy
in the back of my mind thoughts of You cascade down like waterfalls
as water falls against glass
and drops from my lash
becomes streams on my cheeks
and puddles in my palms
for the celestial being You are
           I give alms to Him
and pray that I receive ilm forthright
and on that night become Your generations’ protector
and hear the voice of God saying
           “Protect Her as I protect you”
           “Sanctify Her so that men may see My Love through you”
           “And Wali, believe”
           “My voice Kanika has already told you to just breathe”
so as long as I have breath
           Love I will never leave
I understand that many men may have said things like this before
but from now until the last beat of my heart
every night I’ll walk through Your door saying
           Baby
                      I’m home

Source: Poetry (July/August 2021)