i come from the rocks that line the shores

the shores that met the enslaved and

…..the enslavers

i come from the oppressor

this I always knew

but now I know

i come from the oppressed too

within my blood flows to

another shore

the shore of the homeland

the shore of the drums

African and Native drums

drive my heartbeat

but the oppressor influences

my connection to that heart

but i hear them

maybe I always have

throbbing through my soul

setting my spirit to flight

then crashing down

when my fragility

my privilege

my status perceived

make themselves known

oh that I may continue to fight

to humanize and decolonize my


oh that I may feel and heal my


all of them

my soul my self

is the battleground

to find that peace

between us all

Published by: writersdream9

I have been writing all my life but for the most part, it has been a secret. My parents did not believe writing was a good way to earn money so I hid my poems. Then one day, I wanted to comment on an essay that a friend had written and found myself with a blog. That quiet whisper inside said, "You can write your poetry and no one will ever know.". I knew nothing of followers and the like at that time. So, here I am trying to learn my craft and enjoying every moment of it. My personal details are, I'm 57, married for 39 years, have one grown son who is God's gift to us and last but not least at all, I'm a Baha'i which basically means that I love all humanity.

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