What if the Sunken Place is not what we think.
Or where we think
The people we support lead us to it.
But we think it is a fairytale relationship.
It is a fairytale, after all
To think we can support so much for so little in return
And keep on supporting
Politicians come to us in our houses of worship with black voices.
This is God’s house, show some respect.
You don’t use that voice to speak to the Big Man upstairs
When you talk about your concerns.
I’m sure that voice hurts your throat
Because it really aggravates my ears.

But why do we fall for it, every time.
After all it is called the Sunken Place not Sesame Place.
Because in this Sunken Place we don’t want to leave
We bark at people who tell us
That where we are at isn’t living.
Demonize them
Until people look upon us with a smile.
Yes, Yes, divide and conquer.
But we don’t overcome.
We ignore the past.
Because before the Sunken Place was the Underground Railroad.
But now there is no light at the end of the tunnel.
Only another train
To take us to the Sunken Place.
And if we cannot conduct ourselves
We wont even get there because we are off-track.