a Loose Ramble.

White folks say
stop blaming slavery
for your looting and burning
local businesses to the ground.

Black folks all know
from day one chained
flogged branded raped
beaten to death just because,

complying with you
would build your wealth
and self value as a human
being out of touch with others.

The more hands you have
the bigger the house is,
the bigger the house
the more important.

You erase my language
(and stop me from learning
yours or any other,) leaving no
choice, except to create a new one.

Centuries later, you will say,
“They can’t even speak English”

.I will say, “If we had come through
Ellis Island, we’d likely be bi-lingual.

You erase my religion
and force me to worship
a White man nailed to a cross,
you say died for my unforgivable sins.

You breed me with sisters
mothers and unwilling others,
as my anger seethes 400 years
later and the past is present today.

“Hey man, slavery was 200 years ago,
and I got nothing to do with that.”

“You don’t sit on the throne physically,
but your unconscious certainly does.”

All feelings, the buried baggage will always surface
In desirable forms or not. The deeper the Hole is,
the more the conscious becomes unconscious.

the Unconscious surfaces as messengers
appearing unrelated to our forebears
and the past actions they took.

One mouth for shouting
Two ears for listening
and hearing the hard
truth may be painful.

The chattel cattle people
received a gift, they thought,
the Emancipation Proclamation
of 1863, freed all slaves held in areas
in rebellion against these United States.

Imprisonment (enslavement) continues today,
newly named (PIC)Prisoner Industrial Complex
where state and federal governments have turned
the management of prisons over to private corporations,
who turn them into revolving worker mills to generate profit.

When truth is apparent and not easily accepted,
we may find ourselves accusing others,
to deflect any blame or shame,
that may come our way.

When I listen to and discern truth,
not from the book of holy words
dictating how I am supposed
to live each and every day,
but from a closer truth
on each living breath
feeling love is alive
right here now
and now
and

when I first learn to accept
what still lives in my past,
only then will I forgive
my present self
or any other.

When I follow the high road,
life blossoms mountain highs
’round the bend and home again.

Back to white and black and
pink and brown yellow red
velvet lining the valentine
box bearing all life as an
image to hold close
while being loved.

I know, we started back there,
as Black and White people,
and am now right here
at 10:19 PM in 2020.

Let us call this one
‘a Loose Ramble’.
(likely needing
more revision).

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