Bobby Hutton Park

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The Defermerys are alive,

says the beige council woman.

They may be living but

Bobby Hutton is dead

and we have renamed the park

to keep him alive

surely you understand

life and death eternally binary

we are binary people

live or dead

black or white

in or out of favor

out of office

out of the city

on the other side

out of time

out of life

outside of life

Bobby Hutton is dead

Denzil Dowell is dead

I hope they claimed a token

for Denzil  somewhere in

Richmond I have cried on Center St.

after the sage burned out

& the egun gun danced

we claimed the corner

baptized it in the name

of Godz who favor drums

we let Huey know

we remember

to remember

lay claim to him in all his parts

elevating the genius accepting

that flawed humans are the

handz of the  Godz

we remember to remember

a bowl of honey by the

cactus in the yard

we pray for the flower

& warriors who sacrificed

like graceful ocean divers

suiciding burning like fire

knowing they were never

meant to be slaves

their death marks the place

we crossed over

spirits walking waiting

to be claimed

we have renamed

Defermery and given it to

Bobby Hutton so that his spirit

has a place to grow

the beige

lady says –we can have the trees–

they are already ours

we have claimed them

she can not give us what we

have taken

— we don’t want wampum

popcorn and beads we have taken

what we need–

a place to remember

crossing over

slaves who refuse

burning like fire

burn baby burn

we honor the fire

we honor the flames

Long live Bobby Hutton

 

.image from Oaklandrising.org

 

 

 

About Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

I create; therefore I am.
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