The Black Man Dreams at The Cribbage

Back Porch Freestyles  at Cribbage

When I think of intersectionality
I think of God
A thing we cannot quite comprehend
That connects us all

I was raised believing in a
White Jesus
That I later learned was a profiled, incarcerated brown man

I was raised believing in a reluctant deity that said men should lead 
By a woman who taught me the power of my voice 

I was taught fellowship by a family 
That liked to keep to themselves 
A conservative church in a liberal town 

I learned that God is shorthand for 
the ways we show love to each other 

These are the contradictions in me 
Things i am still struggling 
to understand most days 

Things I know just enough about 
to keep believing 
In that thing I can’t see 

...Kinda like Goddess 
                     or The Universe 
-CJ Suitt

CJ Passage Suitt