"They will come for you
They will rob you of your balloon and ask you to smile
They will come for you
They will come for your magic
They will come because your heart glows in the dark
Because you are familiar but not the same
Because there is love in your throat
Because every nine months you give birth to a soldier
They will come for you just in case
So put your dreams in your front pocket
Use the ones before you as ankle weights
And race the sun
The oppressed outnumber the oppressors
Protect your magic
Freedom is on the move
And they will come"
~ Unholy War, Jacob Banks, 2017
Photos: G.D. Lance, 2021
Artwork: “Black Boy Zen”, Bart Cooper (source)
