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Mar 2020
Together we stand
Our dark faces
Chin up
Solemn eyes
Staring.
Fearlessly.
At the shadows
Of our captors

We are the
Wandering ones
Lingering in
The place
We once called
Home.
Oppressed by
Hate and fear
Forgotten
By time
Our story destroyed
By those who fear it
It is up to the
Living
To tell our tragic tale.
To make sure
Our story
Does not repeat.

We were surrounded by
A sea of white
Specks of brown
And black
Gasping for air
Drowning
We spoke with our
Words and they
Attacked with
Their fists.
Black bodies
Piled up
Drifting on the
Blood filled river
Ice.
      cold .
           water.
The everlasting
Scent of
D e a t h.

Silver tongues
Stripped away
Freedom
And pride
They shattered
Our future,
But also their own.
Hearts still beat
But broken
All the same.
Regrets
Are not
A part of us.
The ghosts of 1898
Will stay an eternity
Forever.
Until.
Peace.
R E M E M B E R   U S .
This poem was based on the true historical events of the 1898 Insurrection. I was disturbed on how the U.S government and the school education system tries to cover this stuff up. I can't believe that I'm learning more black/state history from the internet than from school. I strongly encourage researching this topic, especially if you live in a conservative state or have only been taught about the good parts in American history. Inform and educate others about this stuff too. Sorry for ranting. :)
Willow Silvera
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