& colin kaepernick is my president, who kneels on the air n bent toward a branch, throwing apples down to the children & vets n n & rihanna is my president, walking out of global summits n with wine glass in hand, our taxes returned in gold n to dust our faces into coins n & my mama is my president, her grace stunts n on amazing, brown hands breaking brown bread over n mouths of the hungry until there are none unfed n & my grandma is my president & her cabinet is her cabinet n cause she knows to trust what the pan knowshow the skillet wins the war -from my president n n Danez Smith is our President. n n A mighty anthem about the saving grace of friendship, Danez Smiths 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. n n Part friendship diary, part bright elegy, part war cry, Homie is written for friends: for Danezs friends, for yours. n