In response to songs and art from the Harlem Renaissance:
In an abstract world,
with different dimensions of color
shown in large circles, small rectangles
insignificant squares
Abstract people dance
and they fight with all that’s in them
to break out of the hues and shapes
that were assigned to them.
They learn abstract information,
they crave the knowledge that was so easily withheld
And from their findings
they speak.
The words they speak are bright.
Yellow words against black paper,
and they sing like the sun to the moon.
Their abstract thoughts are spoken
they become abstract words,
they are expressed through lips made of gold.
It never made sense to me.
Until I
became
“they”...
