how beautiful to wake up to

Last night, I went out to the Sac State en­camp­ment to share some words and some love along­side my broth­er Coon the Poet.

I read a poem about how proud I was of my city and aimed it di­rect­ly at them. Be­cause this is the kind of di­rect ac­tion that makes me proud of the key to the city on my wall. 

We were sup­posed to go on at 8 but there was prayer sched­uled for 8:10.

I am Mark Bell’s son so I will nev­er in­ter­rupt prayer and I will al­ways take the op­tion of stand­ing on a stage that has been prayed over. So our Mus­lim fam­i­ly prayed over the space and the group. 

Pow­er­ful pow­er­ful prayers that made my hands heat up. Sci­ence calls it biofeedback. 

We call it be­ing in align­ment with the assignment. 

So we hit the stage, say what we came to say in hopes of feel­ing the campers’ tanks. 

Next they had a lo­cal Dan­za Azteca group. Turned out some of my young life and a few new homies I met dur­ing po­et­ry month were danc­ing with them. I use the phrase “TEN FEET TALL” a lot when teach­ing. Last night one of the ba­bies I taught that to was danc­ing and told me “FIFTY FEET TALL!”

This po­et­ry is prayer. Sim­ply put. 

At times it is chan­nel­ing. At times it is med­i­ta­tion. At times it is heal­ing work. At times it is self ex­pres­sion work. It is al­ways prayer. Be­cause po­et­ry is how we speak our­selves into existence. 

Last night we prayed to­geth­er through bow­ing of heads, chants, po­ems, ex­pres­sions of love, mu­sic, dance, food, and com­mu­ni­ty. No one ar­gu­ing the name of the cre­ator. Just every­one find­ing a vi­bra­tion of thank­ful­ness and hope in us and our belief.
 

This morn­ing we woke up to news that the cam­pus had de­cid­ed on full di­vest­ment.

No one was hurt in the protests. CSUS did a good job of al­low­ing the youth the space and plat­form to be heard as they are sup­posed to. No Sac PD or Sher­iffs involved. 

You can tell me prayer and col­lec­tive man­i­fes­ta­tion don’t work. But you’ll be wast­ing your breath. 

Sacra­men­to I’m so proud of you. I love you. And you al­ready know what you can do about it.

 

—an­dru defeye

Flom­mist An­dru De­f­eye is the Guer­ril­la Poet Lau­re­ate of Sacra­men­to. Copy­right © 2024 An­dru Defeye.

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