I am sitting here sniffling and shedding tear after tear over this!
“Not dead, not dead, but escaped; not bond, but free.”
For the love of !!!!!
“The calm, Cool face of the river, Asked me for a kiss” Langston Hughes
The moonlight betrays the body of a black male at the foot of the bridge. His stillness conceals his face and disposition to the casual onlooker. His head is slightly lifted and pointed towards the moon in a frozen like stance as if it holds the answers to all his unasked questions. Childhood questions that grew into adult confusion. A confusion that yielded to the strategy of white supremacy, leaving him despondent and yearning for an acceptance the white world never be willing to provide. A despondency nurtured by the oppressive forces that rendered his twenty-six-year-old black male body “overstaying its welcome” on this stolen soil.
His gaze shifts to the water. Tired of the world’s obscurity, the water’s transparency seduces him. Its quiet whisper serenades him with promises of a peace and freedom. Ultimately the…
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