course of study…

whitewashed history
pages of propaganda
taught in public schools
subjugation without chains
an embedded enslavement

 

ice cream headaches…

waking up
at
night
long
before
dawn
digital clock
mocks
requests
for
sleep
cold sweat
and
megrims
of
uncertainty
throb
as
pulses
of
questions
expand
veins
questions
of
why
or
for
what
purpose
have
some
died
their
shallow graves
in
the earth
of
freedom
are
eroded
by
ignorance
and
hate
leaving
only
that
numbing pain
that
last
for
centuries

 

abstruse omissions…

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