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Healing In/Justice Convening

Healing In/Justice Convening


You’ve been borrowing me for so long I
forgot to demand myself back demand my life demand my joy demand my reparations
I was caught somewhere between freedom and not really being free I found me
sinking in a university lecture hall feeling ‘oh mama I made it’ our hands raised
eager submissive back and forth seat at a table I sit. This is no longer a
request to build us a house we have died so much before we have died we have come
back the hammer we are rebuilding ourselves into a home I try to write a
poem about dying while residing under a house weaponized where America is the
gun but writing about America is a trigger so I channel my students how
young kids of color create change I watch them bloom into a
flower i watch some begin to correlate flower with tainted things i watch how
they become afraid of themselves in a country a world that is afraid of them
and i fear a day when they may violently beg for their bodies back do not request
to live, young people, demand to be alive do not cower at the edge of a garden but
instead create yourself a crown out of the roses I am a woman I’m black I am queer black
woman and I have died and we have died and we have died so much they thought we
were dead I think of injustice I think of when he tell us to leave if
we don’t like it but those are our fingerprints on the wall and the blood
of the natives in the carpet and those are our legislative signatures and this
is my Camden New Jersey dialect teaching the children America we are no longer
asking for permission you are writing us a check made out to the years of silence
how it tainted us , put its ears on our tongue, became our enemies we have
never asked for and know how it can bleach a map so I am writing my way home I know
how it readies my fists makes them heavy and justified

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