In the latest issue of CALMzine, we published Father Stretch My Hands Pt.3, a poem by Caleb Femi.
Caleb is a Young People’s Laureate for London, an English teacher, a film-maker and a photographer. His films include ‘What Did Love Taste Like In The 70’s?’ and ‘Heartbreak & Grime’. He’s a go-to thinker on grime music, road culture and masculinity. You should Google him now…
Father Stretch My hands Pt.3
One hand of a drowning man
saying I don’t want to die yet.
Two hands join in prayer
asking God to pull
you out from inside of yourself.
In a club, the DJ screams
put your hands in the air
like you just don’t care.
In dreams, you fall through clouds
pleading for the cloud people
to fling down an invisible rope.
Is it possible
that God said let there be light
with his hands?
when the two knees of a black
boy touched concrete and his
two hands stretched for sky,
what was being said?
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