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Feb
This Featured Poem by Kimberly “DuWaup” Bolden was inspired by the painting shown above.
She has been a world-renowned Spoken Word poet for over 19 years and has performed in venues all over the country and, virtually, around the world! This, and other works from this talented poet and entrepreneur, can be obtained by pre-order at DuWaup.com
We’ve been through some rough patches.
From captives in Egypt to slave ships over Middle passages.
Controlled by whips and bound by chains. Lying in beds of our own blood stains, bile and secretions.
In route to heathen nations where our ancestors were bought and sold for gold currency like common commodities. Treated as less than human beings and beaten like dogs.
Our humanity disparaged. Murdered and abused whenever we refused to forget our heritage.
We’ve been through some rough patches.
Bore babies in fields and on our backs and cracked with whips for so-called disobedience.
Secretive ceremonies united by broomsticks.
Suffered to watch children carried away to places unknown.
Groans and moans turned into songs that only we could decipher.
Slaving away in the heat of the day until our black was blue.
Until one day in June when the last of us became aware of our right for freedom.
Until Jim Crow grabbed ahold.
Hues of red dripping from bodies that hung like blood-drenched waxy green magnolia leaves. We stay hanging all day. Fixed in death’s grip until orange sunsets as white faces partake in watch parties and picnics.
We’ve been through some rough patches.
Broken, battered, scorned and ripped into shreds. Shot dead in streets by police who vow to protect.
Sentenced to imprisonment for minor offenses while rich rapists and white racist murderers run free.
Constantly borrowing, never lending.
Always last, never first. We’ve been through some rough patches. We’ve suffered the worst of the curses it seems. Seems it will be this way until the end.
Until the LORD comes to patch us back together again.
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