Today is one those holdin’ on
kind of days—
Where I remember
we were sold and chained, baptized
with the fire hose and fire bombed
in the house of the Lord.
We were strung up on trees,
swinging in breezes, and told
Jesus was pleased with our oppression.
We were packed in boats, now we’re
packed in cages. If we can’t slave ‘em,
The shadows of crosses ablaze were
cast over our homes, followed by bricks
and stones shattering our windows.
Our bodies have been riddled with bullets
from service weapons, and we were treated
like worms when we returned from service.
We’ve marched and protested, and y’all
still ain’t heard us, and the silence remains
as we keep getting murdered.
But today is one of those holdin’ on
kind of days, where I remember that
through all of the above we still remain.
And we will remain.
Cover image by Beth Tate