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One Those Holdin' On Kind of Days

A poem

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August 20, 2020
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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,
       incarcerate ‘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.

Drew Jackson
Drew Jackson is a poet, lead pastor of Hope East Village, and the president of Made for Pax, and lives with his family in New York City.

Cover image by Beth Tate

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