You’re Asking Me Of Freedom? Black Talks Back


It’s cruel,
to ask us what
freedom
looks like
When you,
and your forefathers
have hid it for years.
Criminalized it’s
presence
in our own American Day Dreams,
turned into nightmares
for fear that
freedom
may be another
cruel
trick of the master’s
dynastic
rule of terrorists
trip wires.
It’s cruel,
to ask us of
freedom,
when tongues are lashed for its
pronunciation
in
black
                                                                                              brown
                                              queer
trans
                                     poor

 

and disabled
mouths..
sending shivers
through your
soul.
So you take ours,
suckling
to feel
free and
strong again,
because redemption rest in the
inheritance of the meek.
Freedom is
a cruel
bait to the gates
of the dead
We disavow your
freedom
and speak of
Liberation
                                         Autonomy
Love                             
Healing.
Absence from racist mythologies.
Flows of blackness
unhindered by white
dams
Flowing,
deeper than rivers of psycho-analytic thought
Deeper,
than the bosum of entrapped
bodies in musty ships
whipped through
the Atlantic
in chains
of false hope.
We’ve survived that, too.
Reclaimed the passage as
Homeschooled tutorial
have lost some,
but hold them close
in memorial
we speak their names
Trayvon Martin.
Sandra Bland.
Tamir Rice.
Renisha McBride.
Jordan Davis.
Tanisha Anderson.
Jamar Clark
Janisha Fonville
Eric Garner
Natasha McKenna
Ezell Ford
Sherese Francis
Walter Scott
Kendra James
Freddie Gray
Still deeper,
Blackness flows from the core of Earth,
to the cover of the flesh
and the heart of the
Cosmos,
Adorned with shooting stars
Undettered by the scars
Of being black, gifted
And whole in Amerikka.
To ask us of freedom is cruel
and curious
Like breaking a man’s jaw
And asking why his teeth don’t.
We speak of liberation
from the menace of spec
and the prison of spectacle
We seek to rest
in the absence of white indifference,
And Other facebook filters,
Unassigned to violences
On bodies of color,
That our society cosigns,
for cheap oil,
capitalisms
and others ways to make cents
off of bodies born free
that we refuse to let be,
but here’s the key.
we will be free from
black death,
Islamaphobic bombings,
Native genocides,
As family, we will decide
The unbought won’t plead for freedom
We burn,
we birth
we build
for
 
Liberation.
Your fear is logical.

 

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