from impoverished to
opulence, opulent the
way my words
rise, confident the
way my black
ties be, uncomfortable
like nooses around
black guys, i’m
speaking generations of
having hands tied,
behind backs across
tracks, beaten until
i’m black, and
blue, words from
the dusty road
of truth, my
deepest fear speaks
of innocence, and
you, a lifetime’s
laceration running through
my veins, your
moment of silence,
it administers the
pain it administers
my change, an
ode to sam,
i am, what
she fought for,
he got popped
for, the dream
the speech, have
you forgot four,
score, and seven
years ago, the
midnight summer’s dream,
delivered by martin
king, the presidential
election and her
beauty of perfection,
the excellence the
opulence, the way
my words rise,
my lineage is
paramount, my ancestral
pride.
-e.