the original title of this poem was ‘y’all niggas be gay’
when I forgive you I honour the tapestry of pain that our enslaved ancestors the ones who stayed behind must have felt when others fled to freedom what they must have carried in days that followed I wish I could say there wasn’t pity or fury somewhere in it but I get it and you ARE right this IS a choice it’s the right one I wish you’d see that your resentment is my grief your fear is my longing dressed for the same occasion I’m not who you’re mad at but I can hold it if it must until you get here our liberation is bound together I’ll wait for you It’s not too late