Sep 11

Whitewashed streets (Say my name)

It's easy to forget 
(say my name)

Between the towers and bells and columns 
(Say my name)

Wedged inside the George Washingtons and Thomas Jeffersons and Marquis De Lafayettes 
(Say My Name)

Hidden among the yachts and music and Pomp and Circumstance 
(Say My Name)

Drowning under the wave of careful cobblestones 
(Say My Name!)

Littering the sands of history 

Were the dark-skinned ones, 
still smelling of salt from the ocean. 

When Trauma licked its lips, 
Oppression cackled in the corner, 
And Freedom hung her head with shame. 

Author's Note: ​I wrote this after a trip to Annapolis. I was in awe of the State House and the memorials and statues. Then we got to the harbor and I saw plaques dedicated to the slaves. To the dark skinned ones. To the Africans. I was and am still broken. I couldn't enjoy the trip anymore or think of the historical buildings because the same people who walked the halls of the state house are the same ones who oversaw those terrors. They participated.