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  • Writer's pictureMwatabu S Okantah

1619 to 2019

Updated: Aug 24, 2019

we return,

not in holds of

slave ships

but in jetliners

high above

Atlantic Ocean graves,

feeling the ancestors anguish

just the same.


names discarded,

memories stolen yet hidden

in plain view,

black lives did not matter,

restless spirits

shattered

in the dank dungeons

of our psychic

pain.


yes,

we are returning,

we have

a long

lost birthright

we must reclaim.


from GUERRILLA DREAD: Poetry for Hearts and Minds

©2019





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915speedo
915speedo
Aug 23, 2019

The 400 year black space odyssey without odysseus black or brown or yellow; or chaka zulu to lead the people of the african disaspora out of the mad scientific world that fills minds with attack this and attack that & leaves room only for a blank white space of emptiness. Great poem Okantah. It reminds me of Killing Memory by Haki Madhubuti.

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