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This is a poem based on Black History month and it is about how African-American are now free and that we live in freedom.

Submitted: February 10, 2017

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Submitted: February 10, 2017





Today, the trees will forget about

the threshold of grasping ropes

lynching the cradle of dreams

out of the past ancestral souls

of dark sight.


Today, the drainage will not

have to face the tears

running to the sun

while the ancestral souls

hope to one day find their strengths

hiding under the winds enemy – the dust.


Today, we will not have to walk to the

crying river with the crops of hopelessness

chained to our pride and watching closely

at the moon that never sleeps until the

overseer of time tells him too.


Today, we will not have to pick the cotton,

looking through it, wondering if our lives

fit inside that tiny ball of cotton not knowing

if we could escape the extortion of our lives

that hide inside it.


But today, we and our ancestral souls

will come from under the rugs

hiding their dark censored past

buried under the tears of the desert

and fighting with the elevated chains

from skin to skin finally killing the lost

isolated fever trapped in the belly of hatred

because today we live inside freedom.

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