Tall are the Roots
‘it knows (even when you don’t)’ for Tall Are the Roots
By Kai Isaiah Jamal
Fenn O’Meally from production company Smuggler has produced a beautiful film entitled ‘Tall are the Roots’ and is selling posters and merchandise as a way of supporting BBMUK.
The film, which you can watch here, includes a wonderful poem by Kai Isaiah Jamal, which is featured below.
Official posters for Tall are the Roots are available to purchase here. Proceeds from sales will be going towards supporting BBMUK.
it knows (even when you don’t)
If we know it boils we also can hush It still again.
If your heart
Has once been full and boundless
It will always be free And endless possibilities Couldn’t possibly
Be reduced to
A handful of options. Subconscious
Is your gut
And your gut well That’s a synonym for Guardian
Or of angel. Or of both. To be both. Plus more
I am but I also am not
That is the shape of my silhouette. And the sound of my soul.
I’m trynna learn to ride for myself Without any conditions.
Unrehearsed. I’ve heard
Balance is key.
But unbalanced feels more like me
This body is made of star crossed lovers Desperately trying to live together Even in dammed destiny of, sorry, Desperately trying to live together Even if dammed destiny,
To die
Side by side.
Sometimes they make me split myself into sides Always seem to be stuck within the inside of a binary Forget that I am spilling.
Always an overflow A gush.
The single root that grows in the dark In the unwanted soils
In the unwanted plains.
How long has hope lived inside lungs? Long enough to think it is home?
Long enough to watch how light and light exists.
Like illumination doesn’t rely on a black enough backdrop
A deep enough fall.
I won’t, oh sorry
It won’t get easier with the lights on
But in light is liberation. Patiently we listen for the Bubbles to pop into stillness.
Becomes more whole in the settle. Victories and vices of long lost lovers Growth smells like sea salt
left on oven tops.
Where you do wonder, where you do wonder to be everything you,
Where do you wander to be everything you haven’t yet?
I am stumbling into myself Met more of me in the silence Than I l did in the noise.
Where do you wonder to be everything you haven’t been? I’m still stumbling back into myself
Met more of me in the silence Than I looked for in the noise.
If we know it boils we also can hush It still again.
If your heart
Has once been full and boundless
It will always be free And endless possibilities
Couldn’t possibly
Be reduced to
A handful of options. Subconscious
Is your gut
And your gut well That’s a synonym for Guardian
Or for angel.
Or of both.
To be both.
Plus more
I am but I also am not
And that is the shape of my silhouette. The sound of my soul.
I’m trynna learn to ride for myself
Without conditions. Unrehearsed. I’ve heard Balance is key.
But unbalanced feels more like me
This body is made of star crossed lovers Desperately trying to live together Even if dammed in destiny to die
Side by side.
Sometimes they make me split myself into sides Always seem to be stuck within the inside of a binary Forget that I am spilling.
Always an overflow A gush.
The single root that grows in the dark In the unwatered soils
In the unwor- unwanted plains.
How long has hope lived inside lungs? Long enough to think it is home?
Long enough to watch how ligh- how llight that exists.
Like illumination doesn’t rely on a black enough backdrop
A deep enough fall.
It won’t be easier, it won’t get easier with the lights on But in the light is liberation.
Patiently we listen for the Bubbles to pop into a stillness.
Becomes more whole in the settle. Victories and vices of long lost lovers Growth smells like sea salt
left on oven tops.
Where do you wander to be everything you haven’t yet?
I am stumbling into myself Met more of me in the silence Than I looked for in the noise.
Words by Kai Isaiah Jamal (@kai_isaiah_jamal)
Tall are the Roots produced by Fenn (@fenn_omeally), Smuggler (@smugglersite)