They had senses of humor
And creativity
Slavery could never rob beings of humanity
Creator in us All remembering rhythm in our bones regardless of liberation
Dancing behind prison walls
Swaying from ceilings
Wading in welfare lines like water we are waiting like children on god to come trouble the bottomless oceans that disintegrated divinity and /but carried our ancestors to every inch of the diaspora loving us along the way
Leaving seeds in our plaits for us to harvest
You are not the first
There is a divine line of possibility and prosperity on your back.
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