Kai's Thoughts:When I die, do not bury me
Let me roam free
I will go to places that in this life I will never get to see
In this body and with these eyes
Restricted by these pockets
Empty, though big in debt size.
But my soul is full
Filled with contradiction
A mere reflection of the current state of things at large
Land of the free home of the greatest population
Behind bloody prison bars
But my soul knows free
And escapes like Harriet in the night
And Mumia's voice, freedom only needs one a mic
And Marlon, traversing between
What is and what ain't
He has come to be one of my
Black queer patron saints
And my heart believes in free
because it is a dream that was handed down to me
When I die, you cannot bury me
I will leave something behind
It will grow outside of me and inspite of me
The dandelion arises again and again
A soul cannot be enslaved
A radical tradition indeed
From nothing and everything
We continue to witness the resillancy of
Some Black radical dreamer's seed.
It is in us.
Be thankful for our inheritance.