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Black Voices: ‘I Hope 2021 Got Hands (Someone Better Get Her Before I Do)’ a poem by Adrianne Embry


OK, so listen. I ain’t gon lie to yall. 2020 may have beat a bitch’s ass. Talking bout a molly whop. A mink mink. A grade-A  curb stomping. Now for those of you this may not make sense to let me draw you another image. Imagine it. It’s December 31, 2019. The year is about to end in 3 ... 2 ... 1 Happy New Year! Then right off the bat I was transported into the end of a Mortal Kombat game. January 1, 2020, said “FINISH HER” and there I was sitting there trynna figure out who was the “her” being referred to. 

It was me. (like what did I do?)

Thus the mink mink molly whop curb stomping I received for almost all 365 days. Now here we are. You trynna look all cute and innocent and all but looking mischievous all in the same. Let you and last year be twins. Momma raised me bitch enough to get my ass whooped for 365 days straight but 366 is where I draw the line. This year I declare everything back into my life as mine and no one else’s. Last year when I lost myself I found God in me. I know this body as secular now. Know that this body can take a beating and survive so I ain’t testing you, but if you ain’t got hands like your sister I can’t be phased.

I done waxed and waned like the moon. I learned how to set it all on fire and let it go on a full one. 2020 done taught me a knowledge of poisons, potions and hexes. 2020 taught me what to hold on to, which is nothing yet sometimes we may have to create and be our own karma. 2020 done taught me that I can be tried yet no one will prevail.

Including another year. Like 2021 I ain’t got nothing against you. (I mean you ain’t looking promising so far) luckily last year I also learned hope. So like I said, I ain’t got nothing against you but I’m ready. Someone cue Knuck if You Buck. Let me show you what these hands learned in 2020.

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