alpha

Posted by Omowole Jesse Alexander on March 03, 2020 · 3 mins read

02/28/19

Alpha 1

First of all
its the singing

ebony, bronze, and tan men ringing
arms crossed pinkies locked

some eyes closed
some open reading

The Hymn beating in our hearts
like stand of tall/dark pines

we breathe as one
holding up the sky.

Alpha 2

“Good nuff for my Brothers”
this sepia history
permeates my bones

ghosts of men name(less) step the quad
in bloody beta

“Good nuff for meee”
i first met homeboy chuck in front of crampton

years later
he became Brother Barnes.

Alpha 3

“Good nuff ”
no accident
the weight of this furious/needful thing

my magician/uncle/physicist William Edward Ryder
kneeling in chapter black-n-white photo
my warrior/soldier/uncle/priest George Wilson
followed his big brother
onward & upward
into Delta Xi then
both Life Members of Omega chapter now.

Alpha 4

nothin
& i mean nothin
the Big Brothers could do
could be worse than
growing up
twice as good and half as far
in black middleclass/war/veteran/family
striving/struggling
(
    my ancestors were slaves
    on a Kentucky hemp farm
)
chasing our america
into good white neighborhoods (in queens and silver spring) & out &
into good black neighborhoods (in montclair) & out again
so desperate
to be.

Alpha 5

always/already (k)new
was already made
(told my mama)
of cool, black, onyx

born old
as a golden Sphinx
Been here
be here long
after you’re gone.

Alpha 6

are we ever (properly) finished?

had to ask The Secrets (to The Ring)
from my (bloody) Beta Brother &
find the prayer & Hymn

after crossing
(28 January 1984)

never saw my 3 sands again
did they learn?

Alpha 7

and I Am but still becoming
(
    difference btwn somethin hard
    and somethin difficult
)
becoming is/was (always) difficult
but I Am
but still becoming.

Alpha (8)

(w)here I am now
(in prince george’s county) is where
“where did you pledge?”
rolls off the tongue as easy as
“what chuch you go to?”
there is so much
in these colors
signs & symbols

Alpha (9)

How much is this black and old gold
worth
the key rusty
the lock tarnished
to a door battered and worn.



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