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
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
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
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