Si cor meum erat, a libro, hoc est, quomodo legere

In my body

I find I hold
All the rhythm in the world
Salsa, street dance, Jazz, rock n roll, reggae, RNB, Afrobeats, Dubstep

Except

When a mouth belonging to white skin
Asks me to dance

I feel my insides freeze up
All the rhythm in my ancestors hearts
Stop beating
Stop singing
Stop moving

And in my body

In my
Black body
My insides turn to ice
My skin turns to stone
And my joints rust

But my smile
Becomes wide
Becomes thick
Because sharp
Becomes a blade
Becomes me like a Cheshire Cat
I try to hide my body
Behind it

Because magic isn't magic anymore
When you try to control it

And in my body
I embody
Black gold

And what madness it must be to see all these black riches before your eyes
That you can't mine your resources from