By Karani Kelvin.
Your
glowing ebony smile
sublimely
spreads over your
soul,
tattooed by years of
calculated
turmoil. Your
seductive
dance draws all in
and haven’t they flooded
the
dance floor of your life!
Like
rain on sandy shores
torrents
of hope, of resources
flow
out like water poured
in
a sack. In quiet moments
you
hum with your children
of
long ago: “We shall overcome,
someday!”
How long shall we
wait
for the chains to fall off
