OUR first general was underground
Railroads
couldn't compare to the depths of
her mind
On
a mission with a vision
Precision
In the darkest cave covered by branches
Isolated
by shame
no
matter where we go
The
darkest storms
Uprooted Black bodies
We continue to hide how we feel
inside
Not equal
Not well
What is being?
The blood that drops
My heart that stops beating
Beating emotions and strength from
this Black vessel
Gasping for air
Craving help
Someone to care, ANYONE to see that
you are not invincible
Sold and conditioned
Hanging on by a noose
With no room to break loose
From the labels you didn’t ask for
Martyr complex
Struggling to catch your breath
under the waters of expectation
Bury
your pain to survive
They can’t relate
Disassociate
Nuclear // fractures
Familial
// disasters
Armed with silence
Surrounded
by neverending violence
Haven’t we had enough
Faking like we're fine
Struggling in pride
Lynchings ruled as suicide
Told to hide our wounds inside
Self inflicted crimes
The deepest roots
Admiral
abolitionist writer
Wells
of information filled her books
On
a crusade for justice
Fighting to resist
Before
a balled up fist
[
Truth ] of Liberation
Asphyxiation
We are the seeds from strange fruit
Lemon Trees in the summer breeze
Hemorrhaging from the root
Under leaves of ignorance
Our minds assassinated
Our souls kidnapped
Our bodies raped
There is no escape
From the scars
This skin
When can we begin
To heal, to feel, to just be.
Free In the cage where birds wish to sing
Harriet Ida Billie Nina
Shapeshifting trauma into triumph
Gardenias bloom across the street
Cope or heal?
Ultimately it's all about how you deal
The deepest roots Hold the darkest storms
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