You are not the first

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. 7.30.15 1AM

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