A mentor called me
A “polite writer”
He wanted me
To be
a little more
Forthright.
But I’ve read the Proverbs.
And despite the royal lineage
My name confers
Rey-David is afraid.
Afraid an audience with the King
Will get me chopped in half.
But can I tell you a secret?
I do think I’m dope.
I think every time
I put the pen to pad
Or fingers to keyboard
The Spirit moves
And the world quakes
I think every thought
Is a Wonder, Man
Producing Visions
Like this the house of E
Every mutation
Another step in human evolution
Not asking for wishes
No cosmo or Wanda
Although I can be fairly odd
Y si tú no sabes,
¡Yo soy Boricua!
Young, noble, valiant lord
And every time I lay down a word
I reach through slave ships and hurricanes
I reach through genocides and neglect
I reach through my forgetful diaspora
I reach, and the heavens reach back
My ability?
I don’t just fight for me.
So you know
That when I quote Reverend Pietri
And scream
RISE TABLE
RISE TABLE
RISE TABLE
I’m not talking
A high school of telecommunications
Single seater
I don’t need to be a leader
I take my place as the voice
Crying out from the wilderness
Honey and locusts
That’s a delectable snack
While I call my beloved to their latest supper
Breaking the bad like warm pan
While I baptize in living agua
I am the One Who Knocks
Knocks on rooms the chosen been shut out
The One Who Knocks
Knocks out the lies
Los Pollos Enemigos are selling
The One Who Knocks
Knocks through to the soul
With Lady Wisdom by my side
More enticing than blue meth
So I keep my Eyes on Her
Scripture says Elijah must come first
But in terms of generations
I’m something more like second, third, or fourth
They say character speaks volumes
So here I am
Archiving all my pages.
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