Kimberly McCrae

 

 

 SPEAK

 

 We've not always walked clandestinely in shadows

  

 nor tiptoed in the blinding light of deceit

 

 We've not garnished our plate with the withered leaves of parsley grown in ground

 

 made fertile by scattering our precious seed

 

 We have spoken loudly in rooms wallpapered with color-coded ignorance

 

 and danced in wintry streams purified by our blood

 

 This be a call, a summoning of sensibility

 

 laying aside parchment paper and alphabetical notation

 

 BA, MD, PhD, MFA, M.Div, BS....bs

 

 that somehow has come to hold more merit than the divinity our story

 

 to whom have we made sacrifice upon the altars of our loyalty

 

 diminishing our ancestry to stories told for sport

 

 our legacy sold for a mere taste of porridge

 

 footprints painted over and then tarred for smoother passage

 

 do not be deceived,

 

 there is no currency of exchange

 

 that can equate to the treasure

 

 drowned in the blue of the Atlantic Ocean's tears

 

 our story is as gritty as the sands that kissed our skin

 

 as fiery as the lashes that etched eternity into our minds

 

 more than the cacophony of contusions

 

 that adorned skin bronzed and baked in ovens lined with

 

 cotton,

 

 corn,

 

 tobacco

 

 the yeast has been forgotten in the translation of our legacy

 

 for we have forgotten to rise

 

 countless masses left behind

 

 rocked to eternal sleep on the ebb and flow of Ocean waves

 

 eulogized by the cries of another stolen, another sold

 

 another measured by their weight in gold

 

 another beaten, another raped,

 

 another lynched, another shaped

 

 into the image of unfamiliar tongues and the fear of no escape

 

 laying in wait behind doors of no return

 

 dank stenches of death as their early morning song

 

 for at least this sensory realization meant they were still alive

 

 birthing babies that would never suck from their own mother's breasts

 

 it's not pretty here

 

 because it wasn't pretty there

 

 but they did not endure for us to become demure

 

 and lest history repeat itself...Amadou Diallo

 

 and lest history repeat itself...Sean Bell

 

 and lest history repeat itself...Emmett Till, The Scott Sisters, 3, a church

 

 in Alabama, 5, Jenna Six

 

 and lest history repeat itself...Mumia Abu Jamal

 

 and lest history repeat itself...Apartheid in Arizona

 

 and lest history repeat itself

 

 we must muster up the courage

 

 to speak

 

 

  (Originally posted February 18, 2011)

 

  To contact Kimberly McCrae send an email to: redefining_freedom@yahoo.com

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