on the road to freedom…

ancient bones speak

my voice
is
muffled
by
the earth
that
shelters me
so
you may not
always
hear me
but
i am here
beneath
your feet
in
this unmarked grave
once
i walked
above the earth
just
like
you
even
had dreams
foolish dreams
failing
to hear
echos
of
history
those wails
from
the grave
that
freedom
for
those of color
was always
a cry off
so
when
i
demanded
my rights
and
spoke up
saying
enough time
had passed
and
i wanted
my freedom
now
so
one night
my wish
was granted
by
an angry mob
who
discarded me
in this grave
not far
from
that tree
over there
but
you needn’t worry
i’m not
here
alone

 

revealed…

revealed

for centuries
it
moved throughout
the world’s
gardens
a mythical creature
whose
movements
and
bright colored skin
inspired
dreams
of
freedom
and
strength
but
the underbelly
revealed
it
was propelled
by
hate
and 
greed
and
it was often
found
to be
quite willing
to
consume
its own
offsprings

four shredded sheets…

four shreddded pages

nothing
left
of
the dream
cracks
in the rampart
have
let
truth’s darkness
overwhelm
the dim light
of
national myths
now
the broken 
sharp
edges
of
reality
protrude
into
each day
severing hope
from
well-tutored
promises

 

 

heritage of violence…

heritage of violence

they’re disregarded
the graves of the forgotten
crimes buried deep and
over grown with denial
transgressions never atoned
america’s history

jurisprudence…

jurisprudence

many laws have been
for the protection of crime
just check the authors
embezzlers and slave traders
a motley crew of swindlers
rebranded as patriots

 

 

brought into existence…

nostradamus note

called
by
many names
historical alchemy
medieval witchcraft
it has changed
over the years
now 
critical race theory
the purpose
is
still
to convert
something that is real
into
fantasy
transformation of matter
an occult art
of
liars

 

 

repeatedly raped…

repeatedly raped

history of degradation
denial of family rights
rejection of equality
covert systems of bondage
black life in america