Everyday I sit and think to myself,
“I’ll wait ’til things die down,”
But every day things unremittingly accrue,
and I begin to drown
In my deep and tragic melancholy
within the ocean of Black Death,
On a raft built of my ancestry
and a compass of distress.
Everyday I realize that
each forward step is lateral,
Our White Supremacy and all its cohorts
use my body as collateral.
Everyday I continue to wait
in quiet consternation,
In passionate denial where
hope turns to desperation.
* * *
I find myself attempting to flee,
to ‘the Land of the Brave and the Home of the Free’
But what I end up doing is actually
perpetuating my own Death.
* * *
Where are the answers?
There aren’t many yet.
One thing is true
I am strong
so are you.
* * *
We live with the weight of our people
Beaten, raped, and seething on our backs.
The bones of our elders paving ahead
our incessantly tumultuous track.
We are lucky to have many base camps full
of love and of self-care.
If we get to pause from our fight,
it’s then when we prepare
To speak our truths to Power
by whatever means necessary.
Here we are-
Our loving rage as incendiary.
Written by Me on 6.14.15
Until Next Time,