Red

632 29 3
                                    

We call this period the Red Sea
as it parts from our bodies and leaves an angry ocean
like the one my ancestors chose to die in because dying was better than bondage
But ain't it funny how mankind believe in the right to impose a private will upon another

as if a sickness of the mind  can be cured with prayer in church with a white Jesus
a white cross
and a black preacher
Don't you know
the black bodies are piling up
Stacked
Like the bills
sitting on the empty coffee table.

Black Girl PoemsWhere stories live. Discover now