3rd Ward, Houston, Texas; where the ancient layers
Exude the art of living. Living cheek to jowl,
Hand to mouth, foot to road, bullet to head, head to heart.
Under these paved streets beats a heart of history
Mortared with ground bones, and sweat, and blood.
I call to you Soil teeming with our mothers and our fathers.
There is no rejoicing when I meet you, face-down,
And I am pushed and shoved down by hands of any color.
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 3:30 PM UTC
3rd Ward, Houston, Texas; where the ancient layers
Exude the art of living. Living cheek to jowl,
Hand to mouth, foot to road, bullet to head, head to heart.
Under these paved streets beats a heart of history
Mortared with ground bones, and sweat, and blood.
I call to you Soil teeming with our mothers and our fathers.
There is no rejoicing when I meet you, face-down,
And I am pushed and shoved down by hands of any color.
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