"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 erase 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)