I can feel my chrysalis glistening in the moonlight

The world moving in a myriad of love and fear too fast for me to read the fine print

I cannot move; I can only perceive; stuck at will with the slow crawl of time

I feel everything as I turn into a soup of myself

And become something else .

I can't do it with the fake ass white burn down America leftists. Half don't even know how to relate to Black people interpersonally. Wanting the empire to fall is a pose, they do it for aesthetics & aren't politically active. They don't think of the poor Black people who will get burned up.

I can feel the tendrils of my mind
Reaching out
Becoming one with these walls

The parts of past
Growing in like
Invasive vines
Old memories
In new space

The feeling that
Everything has changed
And yet
I never left.