& in the beginning, God said
Get your money up nigga
You don’t know. If He really said this.
You have begun blurring. Your knowledge.
Of Holy Word with the knowledge.
Of Self. You are Adam. No.
Eve. You don’t even use. The word ‘nig-
ga.’ Poor-spirit. That’s what God calls you.
Ma said marijuana’s a drug.
Just like the white ones. She said
Being green doesn’t make you. Special.
Makes the head heavy. The spirit poor.
You do not listen. You both Eve
& Adam. That’s what God meant:
Bless-ed are the poor. In spirit head
heavy-coming on high. You. Your Earth-
Dad pronounces ‘poems’: [poi-eems]
His mouth won’t quite fit. Around
the Word’s girth. You try to teach him. How
to wrap his lips ‘round the tip. You look
like a fish. God said take the hook
out your mouth God said your blood
worth sum’ God said this poi-eem’s got girth
God said, said God. See. How He loses
value the more you say: God. Is
a capitalist. You’re just
needy. In the beginning, God said
Put on your robes I made you of silk
& on the second day, after Light — Money.
Their poems reclaim sacred symbols, using spiritual doctrine to frame and challenge views of desire and human divinity. They call the reader upon a journey of Exodus: from cycles of ritual to fields of ruin to reconstruction. Continuously sitting at the altar of patron saints Brooks, Baldwin, Morrison, Siken, Shange, and Akbar, william invites readers to redefine shame, offering new perspectives that are as deeply rooted in tradition as they are unflinchingly modern.
They are developing a chapbook titled The New American Gospel, and hold a BA in Playwriting from Emory University. They currently reside in Brooklyn, NY.