My pain all these years….!
The Heartache ebbing inwards me like ocean tides
Numbs the very fibers of my skin smothering me breathe
Dictating and detaching me from this human beauty
The sun blazing silky sands of the beach do not burn as much.
Decades of wars of subjugations
400 and one year’s war for appreciation
I am asphyxiated by my neighbor’s stares
Stare burning my black skin of its beauty and gaiety
Blazing stares of generational scourge
Contending my gift of strength with gritty bites
Pining down dreams and aspirations of one society
Scoffing at conversations the true Word of creation “BEAUTIFUL”
Proposing a make-believe that alters my inertness.
“I can’t Breathe” “I Can't Breathe” “I Can't Breathe”
Another reverberating echo of lynching and killing of one black person.
Strangulating the common ideals that build oneness.
Asphyxiating both our dreams and vision of commonness of mind and life living….
Our true beauty in stagnation!
(For Flord George May 2020)