Insurrection

The included message comes from a white man who attended one of my events. He left this voicemail on my phone following the January 6th news reports.

By this time in my life, I’ve marched for my rights in the street. I’ve spoken up for my beliefs in the meetings. I’ve gone directly to the motherfuckas in charge to demand ‘different’ on behalf of myself and so many others. I can’t count the debates I’ve been in over whose lives matter. I can’t recall all the names I’ve written whose lives were taken for much less than this. But they called it an insurrection.

I imagined the very strength and power in the essence of Blackness as badass Black woman speaking on behalf of every pissed off negro that came before her.
If she remembered and came to collect for every fucked up thing Grand Master white supremacy did to screw her over...
if she was over it and she was coming back to get all her ancestors’ shit…

This is what that would sound like.

So I wrote a song about it.
What else was I supposed to do?