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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