Latorial Faison
Editors' Pick

Citizens

 

circa January 20, 2009

Some were perched on the limbs
Of D.C. trees to get a glimpse of it,

History being made, once again,
In the middle of so much black & white,

To hear Aretha spin her rhythm with
Our blues into a hymn where hymns

Had never been made, up close.
All that colored hope collected on

White ballots, dreamed on Jim Crow nights,
Birthed in the belly of a red, white & blue sale,

Hope stolen off the coast of Africa,
Hope chained to a tree in the Florida heat,

Hope purchased at a Galveston, Texas
Auction block, hope sold down a river

In Charleston, hope traded for a
Race horse in Missouri, hope terrorized

By white hoods in Alabama, hope raped
In Georgia, hope lynched & mutilated

At fourteen in Mississippi, hope
Assassinated on a balcony in Tennessee,

Hope in a Virginia slave preacher’s
Revolt, hope from the Carolinas to the

Slave holding shores of Maryland. We came
To hold this truth to be self-evident that

All Negroes are created equal to the forty-forth
President of the United States of America.

 

 

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