Homie

",&,amp, colin kaepernick is my president, who kneels on the airbent toward a branch, throwing apples down to the children &,amp, vets&,amp, rihanna is my president, walking out of global summitswith wine glass in hand, our taxes returned in goldto dust our faces into coins&,amp, my mama is my president, her grace stuntson amazing, brown hands breaking brown bread overmouths of the hungry until there are none unfed &,amp, my grandma is my president &,amp, her cabinet is her cabinetcause she knows to trust what the pan knowshow the skillet wins the war", -from 'my president'Danez Smith is our President. A mighty anthem about the saving grace of friendship, Danez Smith's highly anticipated collection Homie is rooted in their search for joy and intimacy in a time where both are scarce. In poems of rare power and generosity, Smith acknowledges that in a country overrun by violence, xenophobia and disparity, and in a body defined by race, queerness, and diagnosis, it can be hard to survive, even harder to remember reasons for living.But then the phone lights up, or a shout comes up to the window, and family - blood and chosen - arrives with just the right food and some redemption. Part friendship diary, part bright elegy, part war cry, Homie is written for friends: for Danez's friends, for yours.