Poem for George floyd

I have witnessed a new lynching

Knees replaced ropes

Bullets replaced whip lashes

White klan sheets are now

Blue t-shirts with badges of no integrity

yet I hear the Same Negroes spiritual cries of

Mama mama mama

Passed down from generation to generation

From mama, papa

Grandma grandpa

Great and great

Greats of twos, fours and eights

A Forgotten pyramid

But remembered family tree

Rememberance though of the first set of lynching

Passed down in memory

A hieroglyphics feeling

But no real African image

Only a white man's dream come true

This is what we've passed down to our youth

And we use prayers as ancestor flutes

We Always start in the middle

And never at the roots

The blackest berries, coffee cherries

Sweetest of all juice

Now I understand what we had to go through

You can't be the next white woman or white man and be free

You have to choose which one to be

....(to be continued)

(c) jenavia Powell 2024