What we must walk through.
What life has asked of us.
Challenged every day.
Asked to stand and lead in the midst of controversy and danger.
Shot in her home, there is no excuse.
A knee on your neck, mama called out, deceased on the street.
Racially profiled in your own neighborhood, violence steps in.
Lead in the city’s water, generations left out and unprotected.
The hidden facts of a world secretly unchanged, camoflauged.
Suddenly, here to rear it’s ugly head again.
Color, redeamed and free.
Look deeper than the cover.
As we are determined and decided for by a society.
Racism encouraged to be let loose and falsely set free.
Judged today because “we” are too dark, too light, too brown, not brown enough,
The encompassing fear,
The anxiety to be,
Just me.
Tag: Adoptees
Roses and Freedom
Freedom from the fear,
Joy in the day, sunlight on my back, the fragrance of a rose seeping into the senses.
Challenges ebb and flow as we walk the path of life. Our feet are lifted off the ground, so we’re carried by the faith of the promise of more to come.
Roses are the culture of a past and present memory, I carry with me as a proof of a glory on towards a freedom ever known.
Our people gone before us, most known but some unknown…. Our Lineage carry our history, yet can become undone, with perseverance and joy our line is resewn.
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