When spoken word goes to print….. You Can Catch These Hands
By Katrina Jo, I am Poettis
I am unapologetically
Christian But you can catch these hands
Freely I love
Freely I live
Freely I give
Feeling free to flip over tables like Jesus
When things are beyond out of order
I will not sit idly by
While people are abused in the name of love
Used up in the name of progress
Looked over under a covering of shade from a heat source
Hotter than the sun in late July in Florida
See I’m a Christian
But you can still catch these hands
I’m not demanding your respect
I’m refusing your refuse
I’m not asking for your acceptance
I’m accepting the fact that every brown candy bar isn’t filled with chocolate
Some bars are with nuts
I’m allergic to nuts
I’m calling forth my inner lunatic
Faith filled chick
She gets the job done
Runs on the fumes of the Holy Spirit
God’s voice she can hear it
And she’s not afraid to offend your traditional mindsets,
Shackles and strong holds
That you hold dear
Because dear
That’s the way we’ve always done it
Well ma’am that’s why we always find ourselves in the midst of it
Leaving IT unchecked
Till it’s too thick to be
Managed by one protest
One method of reclamation
There’s more than one way to skin a cat
One way to do more than just survive in America while being Black
You can catch these hands clasped together in prayer
Raised high in praise
While serving up metaphorical wisdom
Resembling the bars Jay Z used to drop
When he was hot
Before he tried to be Jehovah
And his queen had to cool him off with lemonade
Because the juice he was drinking couldn’t sustain him
You can catch these hands
Thumping vociferously over keyboards
Creating swords
For the destruction of ignorance’s grandchildren
Ignorance got a grandchild called modern propaganda
Wears a mask of a character called main stream news media
They say heads being busted by racism to the white meat of ya
Are a hoax like aliens flying low on white meteors
Wait, some of y’all low-key believe
So my mind won’t be meeting you
You can catch these hands
Thrown lovingly from Sistrunk
Product of the 33311
Holding on and refusing to let go of my Community
Sharing light in dark places perpetuating a mutiny
Of the spirit of my people
Waving them forward
Like a scout on the battle field
I don’t spout randomness
My brothers and sisters can’t feel
If I speak it
I’m prepared to back up
So you step to me bout my mine
Disrespectfully
Lyrically
I will tune you up
Cause I’m a Christian
But you can still catch these hands.
