What is the story of your projection?
Do you see my color?
or is my hue invisible to you?

How does this unfolding story strike your heart?
Where does the word racism resonate within your body?

Why were your eyes closed for 401 years?
Did you not hear my screams?
Did you not see the hanging tree?
Did you not feel my anguish?

Did you not notice my red blood running through the streets?
Was I not just as human when they killed us again and again and again?

I am perplexed.

So.

Do you really see my reality now?
Can you taste the fear that has been my life?
Is this all real or simply a gaslight hallucination?

Real talk…
My fear is you will fall asleep once more and i will recess into the blackground of your mind like yesterdays old yellow newspaper.
I know one of you has cried muffled tears of saddness for this 4 century long tragedy.
Step boldly forward and work for systemic change.
Please come out of the shadows.
Let your tears water the soul and soil of justice.
….she is exhausted.
and yet she begs you.
Do not slumber.

Please do not fall back asleep.

Stay awake for freedom…

and raise your voice to action as we toil for a system that is just, together….and truly equal.
May the souls of the Ancestors rejoice in this earthly transformation and find peaceful eternal rest.

By Dr. Kellie Kirksey
June 30th, 2020
1:26am

poetrymedicine #narrativemedicine #grief #blacklivesmatter #calltoaction #redefinetherapy #expressivearts #hopeforhealing #whentheyseeus #yogalifestyle #pranayama

pridemonth