In 1619 you and I were washed on deck.
Carried off to a foreign land by which its seas we had not met and its oceans
in which became our best friends, the best of us, you and I, you +I jumped
overboard to meet him. For it was better to meet him, to perish deep inside the
oceans arms than to endure what we knew was next.
Fighting kicking and screaming, stomachs’
aching not from days of hunger but from the best pain, songs of KumbiYah,
please come by us Yah, we sang.
Fighting kicks and fist, but what if, what if
1865 didn’t exist.
In 2010 you were forgotten; burned black
bodies exhausted from picking cotton our backs used as countertops for the sun.
And the moon became our best friends, for it brought a cool wind, yet still
reality set in as cousin Tommy’s black body hangs in the wind
for his wife and children to see/him/hanging
from the Poppas tree.
No Emancipation proclamation of 1863-Because
you see in 1860 your president Lincoln lost the presidency; and instead you
were given an honest racist who cared less about the union- I wonder if things
had ended this way, would it have put a stop to your confusion. What if Yah’s
mercy had run out and your 400 year prophecy endured 400 years of chattel
In 2001 New York City became un-recognizable
-that is from Alabama. You see there was no need to ponder the bombing of 9/11
for instead you were crying over the bombing of your house; you see the Civil
war of 1861 was never won in the north and gentile politicians kept favored
traditions of turning every state in Babylon into a slave state.
What if, what if this was your state; Hebrews
with hands stretched out fighting to get full without plates; when it was
impossible for mama to be self sufficient, preparing masa’s plate before the
sun while her babies waited under the table for the chitlins’.
And in the 1960’s, there was no Martin Luther
King, no sit INS at restaurants cuz to free ourselves from these chains was
everybody’s dream. And Rosa Parks was not seen; and no one to blame but our
minds brainwashed we are to this day, I wonder if this is what it really means
to be insane.
What if? What if there was no underground
railroad, because you and Ms. Tubman held hands on the auction block to get
sold………..what if, what if these things weren’t days of the old,
Literally, what if your physical body bent
over literally….still, what if members of your genetic family saw results like
Emmitt Till, for real…what if Yah wasn’t so merciful as to at least give us the
illusion of being physically free, how surprised would you be, oh how
If 1865, if it was all abolished?