The following is a poem that I wrote in high school. I put it in my original manuscript for my debut collection that will be released next year. After many rewrites of this manuscript, this poem found itself on the chopping block. It’s called Saturn and the Sun, Adam and Steve.
Saturn and the Sun, Adam and Steve
A repetitive orbit for warmth
To contradict suicide
How empty, all this space
Filled with Aries and Zeus and Venus
But Ra is the light, sitting so high and mighty
And the band plays, while bands swivel around the Saturn’s hips, conveying the god to come closer to melt the ice on its shoulders, enter this white void in Saturn’s gaseous heart.
What if God created Adam and Steve, not Eve?
Would the weight of an evil fate be taken of my chest?
Giving my conscience rest?
The same rib that was given to Eve be reversed and given to Steve?
Would an abomination not exist and the nations of Israel open its gates to Steve?
Or should he just have to leave?
And in his case exit to space?
To look deeper is to see the 10th and 5th gatherings
Please don’t eat…
As the sun consumes…
And burns Saturn up with passion,
Ra’s passion that Aphrodite herself does not radiate, not hot enough for Saturn to orbit.
And Saturn dances and swivels and swivels
What if God would have created Adam and Steve, not Eve or even me?
A black boy with a penchant for homosexuality
Going through Calvary
If Genesis was to be rewritten
And the Sistine to be repainted
Relief would take its place
But If I were Steve, instead of Stefano, I would be Stephan
A martyr for the Free Xone of love
Saturn reaps, no longer weeping and an epiphany occurs just as simultaneously as a new ball of gas appears in the sky (and names it Star)
Revitalizing in chorus realizing, without the Sun, Saturn can not harvest life and its existence curtailed.