By The Poet Khan Rass Fiyaa
Someday at Christmas 70% of Black boys won't shed fatherless tears Congregated laughter with no subjugated fear Racism Frowned upon Classism Looked down upon Santa in a chimney, the only lie we agree upon
Someday at Christmas Black lives would have mattered all year. Little black boys play with toy guns with no fear We, The American Dream Good Trouble paid for The disciples Christ was slain for We be Regal Love for our queer people A sequel that equally heals A Peace the people can feel? A peace the people can feel.
Someday at Christmas I will be the Mrs I dream of Kisses in the morning Maskless choirs that sing love A Snow-covered summit, Patriotism plummeted A drum that beats and ticks to the vibration of true self loves reflection Melanin, with no need for protection from the Polite Obedient Loyal Intelligent Courageous Efficient
Someday at Christmas Coffee, and poetry with a side of you Alarms of warm arms and hugs Charm that kisses my past blues Tear Kisses dismissing my shrugs One day at Christmas I will have companionship Revolutionary Black love Hugs my sons can witness. Plenty of forehead kisses Whatever this thing called life is, we make it positive.
Someday at Christmas I will not wish on a star I will reach within reach to find where you are A love that is true I'll spend every day with you I will say I love you and receive the same A herbal cure for pandemia pain Financial freedom to sustain momentous gain Someday at Christmas time Some day…
