Race and America; Political Blackness 2

My voice is tiny; it fails when I stand before this reflection on Race and America, the National Memorial for Peace and Justice, Montgomery Alabama. But my body knows it must cry

when I enter this Mausoleum of Sacred Desolation and Haunted Memory of Lynching in America. Where I know I am Politically Black

because I can’t hold back my tears. My face twists and my tears mingle with my sweat. A site attendant asks me if I’ll be okay. I say yes. We smile. Quietly.

What choice do we have?

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Who will take care of us but each other?

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Political Blackness IS the Hope for America

We People of Color, We Stand or Fall Together.

https://poeticacom.wordpress.com/2020/07/21/standing-up-for-the-rights-of-minorities-and-refugees-and-against-xenophobic-mentalities/

So, We Will Stand.

So when I leave, my eyes are dry, my head is high, and my Spirit is Survivor, not Slave.

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‘Je me Souviens,’ George Floyd and all the others, still falling, still rising, trying to BREATHE