To Langston Hughes I’ve also known rivers. I’ve known rivers trapped between cliff tops and rotting land – Black as the midnight’s reflection. I’ve known rivers beat by the Mississippi sun. I’ve watched rivers struggle to survive under Mississippi’s sons. My people are like rivers. Crashing against free […]
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as dark as the clouds may get, it will never know what it feels like to black – to be black is to have the shades of africa sown into the creases of your hands like mount kilimanjaro was at your fingertips. like our arms were the bridges over troubled seas – we were troubled […]
if i knew being black was a crime, i would have bleached my skin with ignorance. decolored every ounce of my ancestors painted across my face – i’d bury them deep beneath my white bones like i was saving them for when winter passes – when winter passes i’ll know what it feels like to […]
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