it is not your imagination
its reality invisible unspoken
really real
for black & brown bodies
housed in bruised lives
it is an immutable truth
bearing down ruthlessly on a harsh reality
measured by any standard its not an individual
thing the brokenness is real
the complex trauma complete
in its totality engulfing us like high
tides that never recede always gasping
for air sharp things pressing into tender places
cutting into spaces not meant to bear weight
scarring us permanently with its brutality
a jagged defining clevely weighted reality
we carry inside us like razors wrapped in
the demands of now while yesterday’s pain is
fresh on your breath hundreds of yesterdays
stretching back centuries soured in bellies
belched with stark clarity into today crowding out possibles
growing the things we must carry
in the race where we are hobbled still winded from
yokes around necks arms tired from lifting
& the strain of baggage older than we are
smelling of blues piled higher than the
good ship Jesus sailing low through murkish waters
like law a hollow collection of words subject to interpretation
by madmen & wolves
we have been murdered by ink strangled by text smothered
with the things they can not hear will not see refuse to own
like pushing first inhaling more than their portion then more &
again some more
the lack of calluses on hands not sore from climbing
the impression of boots
standing on top of skulls fingers dripping blood no language
for the complexity of the trauma invoked alive outside words
we live inside pressed against the glass stitched into straight jackets
shadows blurred on the fringe
whispering the storm in which we ride
it defines the whirlwind & our forward movement
running against the wind burdened
seeking forward striving against reason
in mine fields side stepping pitfalls avoiding the merry go round
funerals sentencing prisons
the inverted religion santicfying the profanity of the battlefield that is our lives
its not imagination it is real
its not you
not us not black women
men boys brown poor outsider folks
your lived reality
is real
carry it with care
or you will implode
or perhaps
explode