We’ve been boxing
since the Eocene, studied
the sweet science swinging
at speeds to make Mayweather
blush, throw five-hundred blows
in one human wink.
My hands boil
break shells upon
crab’s backs like glass.
Which we smash
when men in white coats
kidnap our kind for secrets
held in our cells. Bullets
become feeble for armor
made in our image.
I am purple
pink ultraviolet neon dappled flame
darkness like daylight,
heat, another paint on God’s easel.
Saw my mother’s heart in beat-burnt lines,
cancer’s black tendrils
in my father’s candy-red chest,
watch the life fade from prey
sunsets of death each time I dine.
You will never dream a single glimpse
of my Earth. These eyes, heaven-blessed
witness wonders bestowed for us only.
My people prowl the ocean proud
2-inch Neptunes whose subjects
cower not bow.