WE ARE MINIATURE

Shamiqua Wilson

we are miniature small and unholy

we are tiny angry and lonely

we are fighters with testimony

tired eyes and bony fingers

 

we are miniature

fluid and still glued to scriptures

the paintings we propose

leave light broken in our windows

the ground cracks and halters at our toes

and we still keep our head up and

rise above the lies & the battery

 

tells wishes sunken in wells to sneak up

the sides to jump behind our belts

but the sky’s never too far to climb to

digging ourselves deeper into the ground

only gave us more ground to fly from

buzzing and zip lining through the night

with what some might say is wit

but i would say is might

i set fire to the rain

i set fire to the sky