Sleep comes slowly if at all when a heart is pierced.
And what thoughts ramble through a listless mind robbed of
rest?
Maybe that is the entire goal,
To rob us of the creativity that has us survive in spite of
it all.
To convince us that we are powerless,
as they siphon our power to uphold their devious systems.
Look how grand we are even in the face of oppression.
They can not bear the thought of our grandeur if we were totally
free.
More importantly, they can not profit from our genius.
White supremacy is the enemy of progress
How many of the world’s answers are burdened under its boot?
What liberatory advances live weighted down,
In American Ghettos, Caribbean Shanty Towns, African Refugee
Camps?
What new worlds sit dormant behind the words “I can’t
breathe?”
The problem is not us. It has never been us.
No comments:
Post a Comment