repeatedly raped…

repeatedly raped

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

 

 

the grinding stone…

the grinding stone

western winds have subsided
death’s grinding stone lies idle
but as always hate’s winds will return
grinding racism will once again
turn innocent lives into funeral dust

republican voter suppression…

shadows of yesterday
lingering behind closed eyes
muted moments of life
held in fear‘s bondage
to make freedom unobtainable

triangle tattoos…

the hands
on
the old man’s watch
stopped
as
if
his fears
had entered
an inanimate object
he stared out
from
his apartment window
into
the darkness
memories
projected
onto
today
men
in black uniforms
herding people
into
the street
cursing each breath
they took
striking anyone
who resisted
the poor
the elderly
man or woman
it
made no difference
for
they were not seen
as
humans
but rather
the cause
of
a
sick nation
but now
he was
in
america
and
the scene
that
took place last night
must have been
a nightmare
for
this is
portland