there are things I can never do
i do not take certain things for granted
no rose garden
only grey tinted glasses
blessed with memory too many people
afraid to remember least the scars come
open pus all over the crowded bus holding
small lives on their way to stale holes in
compressed realities with ghost hovering
over their sagging shoulders weighted by
impossible histories packed into tight
airless boxes no light no memories
no pain in amnesia curious freedom
i remember so i am not free to chain
others i can not be overseer can not
probe with blue gloves over hands that
are not part of the answer just more
of the question of how to be sane
with the memories of lynching trees
the shadows of broken bodies swinging
sorrowfully in southern breezes i remember
the name of black boys i never knew in life
just the memories of horrendous deaths
i remember the roads my great great grans
walked in emancipation freed into poverty
the shadows from the lynching tree breathing
shallowly in jim crows reach afraid of joe turner
remembering stories of ships bad masters cruel
mistresses i can not carry chains can not lash backs
can not stop and frisk count your pennies taxing you
in pharaohs name can not deny you i love you better
than peter loved jesus love you well enough to
remember what you have forgotten in order
to open your eyes to something other than
the nightmare of real reality easier to sleep
easier to be sheep not all of them are slaughtered
only those that point out wolves
only those that can see
only those who remember
i remember all the reasons you are too afraid
to remember i sharpen weapons for the war
you won’t see i can not wear the uniforms
do the dances barely learned to speak the
language only did it to help me be of value to you
i am because we are
i remember
i can’t sell you god
i remember godz of thunder
dog stars and pyramids
i remember to pray with hands moving
i can not live on my knees
i remember being born free with dignity and everything
i can not settle for less i own my all-ness
the broken places from which we have risen
stumbling falling forward
remember us like a sky full of shiny midnight black crows
all together mystical and resplendent
rising above snares
that are not our imagination rather their machinations
wrought of fear designed to contain i remember
all the ways the songs been sung
the rope the whip the startled surprise
in bewildered eyes rough hands curses
no quarter in the madness no limits to
the transgressions under the authority
of tyrannical texts making profane things
seem sacred i remember being well before
the virus came the departure the separation
though doors of no return the abyss of
the ocean water burning lungs howling
from the pens home receding in the distance
the insistence that i was less than human
no tears no love no pain not human
beast animal property i remember being
human so i cling to it i will not be made
less i remember the shadows
the soulfelt sorrow
in bleak quarters the morning after
picnics & photographs of
visible hate poured on
like gasoline
the smell of sulfur
as the flame is lit
there are things i can not do
things i do not take for granted
no rose garden
only grey tinted
glasses i
remember
painting by Ernie Barnes
I like this poem