these are not my emotions this anger and fear is older than my years upon this earth it is the taste of dried blood and the dust of those once enslaved freed by death to wander with whatever winds reach into soul to reanimate their words so their sorrow and stories can be retold these are not my words so expect no apologies or absolution of social sins the dead cannot make such offerings to the living they can only recall the sins you’ve lived and the pain you’ve bestowed
these are inherited tears part of our estate for over two hundred years of enslavement oh it’s not that there weren’t other items business accounts land and such but those were appropriated along with personal dignity in order to justify a false sense of superiority of primitive people who left to their own devices were unable to survive in a truly competitive world so were given what was ours so we were left with inherited tears and rage
you’ve sworn off meat out of your considerable concern for animal welfare and as a protest of how cruelly such docile beast are treated but though it’s not on the label the warehouse frozen discount fish you eat was caught by enslaved fishermen so you are partaking of their flesh and blood
before their eyes opened fine threads of social expectation were layered around the infant form distorting the view of the outside world and stunting the growth within an arrested development caused by a malnutrition of truth as had been expected with such containment there were fatalities but such deaths were easily projected onto upbringing
and or personal parental failures leaving the society blameless those that finally emerged from the cultural cocoon were as had been planned unable to discern social injustice accepting the white cane of forced poverty that denied them access to most of the entry points of success living their lives as moths flutter around the flame of hate most disconcerting to the oligarchy however were the few that emerged as dragons
i am the empty space between enslavement and freedom the chasms between what was promised and what came to pass foolish dreams from an ignored lover of freedom who sees nothing more than redefined moments of forgotten stories of the true founders of this nation hidden between the printed lines of history books written in the invisible blood of those enslaved whose undiscovered mass graves are concealed by the blank spaces between the lines of lies your eyes should tread carefully through those spaces so as not to disturb the dead for seeing what lies beneath the surface of this nation’s myths could make you shed tears of shame