& colin kaepernick is my president who kneels on the air bent toward a branch throwing apples down to the children & vets & rihanna is my president walking out of global summits with wine glass in hand our taxes returned in gold to dust our faces into coins & my mama is my president her grace stunts on amazing brown hands breaking brown bread over mouths of the hungry until there are none unfed & my grandma is my president & her cabinet is her cabinet cause 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.