The Hold Down Repeating

Hoodwinked

to be

shipped

and whipped

sold

for a

half-a-cent

unjustified

medley,

rattling chains

clink to

slaves

depleted ancestry

separated

in ways

unknowns

to

unmarked graves…,

Whispered into

years

those

were the

old 400 years…,

Present days,

old and young

clamps

ways

to those

leaping away,

clawing

them

back

into

the boiling pot

to be

flipped

out,

buried-in,

or

cast-out,

to

hatred

footsteps

knowing

where their

from, going, to future,

whereabouts.

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Colorless Freedom

Portrait By Giselle Ukardi

Set free

colorless

floating

above waters

dancing in green fields

walking thru lands

own by no man

FREEDOM…

Freedom

to freely

dig

hidden deep

a shovel

of R.I.P.

ancestors killed

weeping

from sweeping

necks hang down

shackled and

chains

rattled

undergrounds,

“Thank God

It’s just a slave”

written

by spitters

old enough

to regret…regrettably

they forget…

Illusions in conclusions

sprawled rage

to be free

silenced

by unmarked graves

known as Slaves

FREEDOM,

Set Free

colorless.