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They Cant
Stop Our Crazy Feeling
By Rudolph Lewis
We,
my dear sister, cousins of the Guinea sun
were
stripped down for the Atlantic market
shackled
& shipped like cereal or deodorant
naked
spectacles for big smiles & cash money
With
stars in our mouths & dark forest secrets
in
our loins we were destiny’s children, more
than
black bodies moored in Christian dreams
unenlightened, our surging hearts weeping
We
outran their clutching lies, spun new lives
like
silk worms, night-flying under their radars
Our
joys were quick footed, fleeting, a child’s
warm
lips hungry at a mother’s black nipples
Wave
by wave we mounted the barricades
of
our grief, our crowning moments secured
with
sorrow songs, our icy fears conjured in tales
of
talking animals who ruled the swamp & sky
Without a roof,
flooded with indifference we
danced,
kicked up the dust of hope knowing
the sun would shine in our backdoor someday
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