Spell out the words you have to say
And if you can’t spell, smell
The letters one by one as
They land on their pages.
That’s how you beat this,
One groove, one letter, one
Hair pulled, one day at a time.
Don’t worry about the mess
No one cries over spilled milk anymore
And your eyes they stream full of milk
With the tears and the green they were
Given at birth. Don’t apologize for any
Piece of your presence,
You are here and for good reason.
This bedroom, that classroom
The child learning to read in his corner
The smile of a girl whose words get
Swallowed more than nutrition,
It’s all a mission here, right before you.
See its magic, its lightning-like decadence?
You were brought here to spell out
Yourself for young eyes with new vision.
So take a breath, let it out, and
Whirr on the words you envision.
You are more than a prodigal
More than Samaritan
More than a child,
More than male possession–
A toy for the shelf,
You are human, you have lungs
Scream it out, let it out
With truth and full conviction.
I will rise alone and sail my way to where
The Spirit leads me.
I can hear the peaceful waters
They play louder than your religion.
You follow yourself
I follow my God
He is stronger
He is wise and wraps me up to say
You are loved and you are mine
So spell g-o-o-d-b-y-e.