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
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