Poem of the Month
If They Kill me
If they kill me, I’d rather you sing my name than curse the ground
If the grave holds me, it will embrace me better than this world ever did
If the dirt keeps me, it is but my broken body; it is but for a moment
The twinkling of an eye
A legacy bronzed in blood
will be planted like a seed
Please
water the tree of righteous indignation
If they kill me
while I am resting in my home
There is a perfect rest waiting for me
In an eternal home
But you have my blessing
to rage holy hell on earth
until we meet again
If my Blackness is the cause of my death
And I know demise before I become the fire next time
Be the fire next time
For me
I promise, I will see the smoke from heaven
And it will be a heavy kind of hallelujah
If I die tomorrow
Know I have loved myself into a million revolutions
And God has loved me into an eternity
And though supremacy bruises and beats me with a fist
Bury me raising my own
For my final protest
Will be my joy
But please
If they kill me
Still teach your mouth to smile
Tell your tongue to praise
Don’t let them take my song
Or my name
For my soul is the revival
They never could keep
Silent
-Queen G