I Am My Own Fuel

I am a bad ass mutha fucka!
Everything that I do is done well.
Even my mistakes look like masterpieces.

Whatever I decide to say or write is dope
The dopest of the dopest
Some supercallifragilistic-extra-ala-dope shit!

One day, me, Jimi, and James were talking about the fate of the world.
I told them that the world should be made in our images.
The DNA of kings and queens make up our molecules.
This is our world, and we need to make it so. Not the dumb dumbs.
We need to do this with love,
Be bold as love.
There was a question in Jimi’s tilted head.
I said, “Just ask the axis.”
Nikki overheard me and said, “I can dig it!”

I noticed, as I was about to step out into the streets to walk the kids to school,
That my afro was lookin’ tight!
I, then, let Angela borrow my pick with the fist on it
Because my sister, my queen, my everything;
The one that I protect, and she who protects me;
Not that it has to be done, but it merely is the right way to do it,
She was going to look fly no matter what.
But, can you imagine what she would look like next to me
Claiming and protecting what is ours?

Muhammed Ali had a dream that he could beat me.
He woke up and apologized.
And we are still cool ‘til this day.

I drove over to Alice’s house.
She looked like she was in search of something.
I gave her a package of seeds and said,
“Here you go, my dear. Create your own garden.”
Out of appreciation, she gave me her grandmama’s quilt.
I use it everyday.

I told Malcolm that he had learned all that he could,
That Harlem was too small a kingdom for him.
After he took his journey to bear witness of the Great Pyramids
And made his seven circuits around the Kaaba,
Malcolm returned as Malik. And he told me,
“Now, I understand why you rule the way you rule.”

After a day of teaching Althea how to serve her opponents,
Jack Johnson the right way to deliver
The shot to the liver
That makes a man’s knees quiver,
And Lee Elder to see the hole with his mind’s eye
Because he had done this one thousand times before.
One thousand and one will be perfection:

After all of that, without any sweat on my brow
Because this was done with joy and love in my heart,
And the Truth on my lips,
I put on the leather coat that Shaft wished that he had,
Stepped into my ride,
And turned up Coltrane, which reminded me;
Tomorrow, I have to thank him for the supreme love he has given,
And remind him that he is a bad mutha fucka, too.

Craig Hall