Wednesday’s Poetry Prompt: Too Real to be Unreal

Wednesday’s Poetry Prompt: Write a fantasy poem.

Too Real to be Unreal

They say all heroes don’t wear capes.

Fact, none of mine ever marched or spoke

in a tailored wool, velvet, or satin one.  

All I ever saw was African descents,

Black refined diamonds gleaming

at the valleys and mountains of redlines;

planting solidarity at the feet of

picket lines in their natural born ebony skin

with smooth extremities, robust like onyx;

their elevated intelligence quotient

always interrogated, mocked, and doubted;

and their comprehensive voices, in range

like the Mississippi mass choir 

in sync for the people.

They were far from being popular,

commercialized holiday figurines.

Not ever seen like an Easter bunny,

but they regifted the new life 

of emancipation to a black kid like me.

Not once a Santa and Mrs. Claus

but they delivered real immeasurable magic

of innovations, inspirations, 

and institutional development 

to a historical bloodline 

and timeline for a lifetime.

Slightly a milk chocolate Cupid,

firing arrows against Jim Crow and Black codes;

always showing that God like love

is a universal force beyond a color.

Nowhere near spooky and eerie,

even when the spooks of America

live for concealing black genocide

before my very own peepers.

💜D'ElegantOne