The ppl I celebrate splashed on Florida water cologne&crushed dark bricks for blush.They chose their children's names by Bible prophecy or by season or day of the week. They resisted white supremacy by making irresistable music genres.Their doors were painted "Haint Blue..."
Their grandparents were the Antebellums.They had hog bladders for firecrackers.Names were based on whispers frm Africa.Jesus wasn't official&spirit in the trees weren't obsolete.Cotton tobacco rice&sugar defined life.They fought&prayed.They paid an enormous price for our freedom.
Their great grandparents were the African exiles.They were America before America.They brought the light of the supposed "Dark Continent."They seeded a civilization w/ other untouchables.They left treasure maps in words, ingredients, DNA, names and talk of pots silencing laughs.
Their great grandparents were the last generation to be untouched.They only knew gods that looked like their reflection in the streams.They dreamed their children into the cosmos.They understood the language of the dwarves in the rainforest.They did not fear death.They were free.
