simba

i could not wait to be king
young simba
already ready running rings round
abacus + building blocks
eternally returning
as ever it was & will be

i could not wait to be king
young simba
who born monkey says my mummy
ashy elbows + ashy knees
ruff + tumble in the sandbox
castles made of
cocoa butter remedies
ATTENTION!
ready 

indeed wrought from biafran warriors
preordained in the moment i came
ominous named chukwu emeka
god has done good
& so ill do good

man i cant wait to be king
wiser simba
i seen it all kicking off
what war brought trouble
mufasa my father
if u must be martyr for peace
i will kill u myself with my bare paws

long pause

ol dirty afro
still a afronaut
a afrodidact
redefine what the black we see when we see black skin
white farce licking wounds
& i like my scars

made up of all the infinitessimal decisions i did and did not make
i bent the past
&
i got the means
everything i need
for what happens later

now im king
just simba
no more foes
riding through the streets with just my woes
i fought the wars
&
the i let the wars win

whats love got to do with it

?

whats love got to do with it

?

i am the king
i am king
just simba
just simba
its just simba