Does the sky have an appetite?
It must have one…right?
People pump pollution like the answer to salvation
My cousin’s house has mornin smoke
And not the kind that grants you access to heaven
But the community must be as hungry as the sky
The way them clouds stick
No wonder the soil’s sick
Honestly…the sky never seemed hungry when full of rain clouds
Thunder and lightning now seem more antibodies responding to poison
At least then, for some moments, the poison gas stops
At least then, their pain rumbles the planet and the silent cries of soil spark fire
The sky asks why are they force fed fast food and misuse
Have they not contained your nutrients for life?
This is a 2-way suffocation
Your abuse, misuse, and desecration
We see it in the way y’all treat people
Black, Brown, and Poor folks live on land who’s toxicity level we’ve measured as equal
Should this be the final breath,
White folks, remember
The sky will always scream #BlackLivesMatter
Their pain is our pain and YOU can’t ignore us