MY MELANIN

My Melanin

My melanin is my jacket

My castle, my being

The words and the bracket

All exposed and unseen

My melanin makes police shake

And republic states quake like jumping beans on still lava

Because my melanin won’t break like porcelain plate

Or sign the dotted line

My pigmentation skates alongside parallel ultra neon lanes

of lip-gloss excreted by wine bar floozies

licking strawberries dipped in my image.

My melanin was the in thing since before a thing was in

so everybody tries to speculate; scientifically pontificate

Everybody want to gyrate ‘n do the “watoosi”

But they don’t have the fluid

So they just emulate;

like clowns impersonating iron statues.

My melanin;

Scholarship of spirit

clicking heels when there’s no place like the home inside

where the sun takes time climbing my spine

weaving her

honey- malt fingers to flavour me

decorating these fortified corpuscles

accentuating her essence

My; seventy-four thousand years receding African sap,

Ebbs hues of five per centers to ginger freckles

and silver salt albino babies,

glistening as indigo oil on silt

My sun kisses my regenerating Nubian cell

My “do not touch” silverware

Revolution’s godfather

Dense translucent painter of my consciousness

My soluble melanin

Oozes blues with je nais se quois

We rock; yes

We roll with the rhythms of strife

like sub mariners on blue whales

Gene pool of mankind; my melanin,

fathered the angels before he uncloaked his dagger

and plummeted through eons of bitter cosmos,

flaying all his golden membranes through g forces and

crashed on a restless disquiet of polar ice-caps, Caspian and red sea

The Antithesis of the science of mammals.

Women scalping, dog fucking, Nordic savage, bearing Lucifer’s light through the rolling thunders of Caucus Mountains

So the sun scampers across the long winter skies of

The tribes of Canaan

Synthesised by-products

of my melanin and shit weather

When dead men walking ;

WHEN DEAD MEN WALKING !!

my melanin survived societies desecrated with bludgeoned foetuses and emasculated men

and orphans whose melanin seeped the sun’s only uncontrollable tears

and marinated the soil

like lanced haemoglobin cherries on champagne

But my sovereign melanin,

Towing molten tangerine- yellow hells

soars in rainbows and plasmic orgasms of laughter

because

my ripest micro-cosmic melanin

done skied inter planetary fibre optic a-z’s

like local children on skate boards using twenty-three story buildings

as pencil nibs to sketch Taurus

Eons later Europeans began to join the dots

My melanin, my genesis of music

permeates anti matter in exo skeletal grid of this hexagonal globe sphere

Illuminating eulogies of spirits that will not sleep

because my melanin will never stop defying anxieties,

denying adversities in the face of the wholly faceless

in the front yard of illuminate

However hypnotic the sky channel stereohype kidnaps pride

spinning pharaoh’s descendants of Abraham

in diluted menus of social destruction

However many ghettio bullets without serial numbers

or cinematic drama of another brown alfresco body spattered in pigeon shit status

and poor renegades

get ambushed at retrosexual exits

of black holes that whistle by like buses on rural timetables;

so my melanin pours from anarchised cups down your throats

... plucking cultural acids in savoir faire frequency

ahead of government health warnings

like gate keeping angels with full scabbards

as night’s ambient rivers lend art to city lights

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