I must conjure from my past
the dim and unavowed spectre of a slave,
of a bound woman, whose bound figure pleads
and whose blood I must acknowledge in my own:
fanciful wraith? Imagining?
Yet how can I reconcile
my rebel blood and protest
but by acknowldgement
of that spectre's mute rebellious blood in me?
(Originally posted January 31, 2008)