The image above is a painting by Larry Poncho Brown titled “Every Round Goes Higher”.
Suppose there was no blood curdling cry
that arose seas away
to challenge your society
in the darkest of forms
and shatter your naive perceptions of
Suppose there were no more chains
whether literal or metaphorical
clanging like red splatter on a white dress
that hang on the feet of children
who are only conscious
of their breath
their belly piercing pain.
Suppose that slavery really ended
all over the world.
Tell me then,
just how many smiles
how many diaphragm ripping
would set fire to the darkness of history.
There had been a triumph.
A showering rain
despite the despondent drought.
That even faced with
and the spillage of
the mother and her
That in the dehumanization of the
there still remain a new generation
That even in the face of generational
that while enduring
of 400 years of
There is still fire
in the eyes of the children,
there is still fire
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