Many nights I

daydream about

time capsules, blackness,

black history of how we

came to be.

Daydreamin’ at night I

am in Dahomey,

in Biloxi, in Charlotte Amalie

pickin’ cotton, rice, sugarcane, and coffee –

yearnin’ to be free, yearnin’ to be we.

Many nights I

daydream about

the 54thMassachusetts Infantry, Birth of a Nation,

reconstruction of a new nation

of the people, by the people, for the people shall not perish from the Earth.

Daydreamin’ at night I

am in Rosewood & Tulsa and sigh

hangin’ from a tree, burned, or in a river and cry

poll taxes, Ku Klux Klan, and green books — askin’ myself why

black bodies to see, in public, despite our plea.

Many nights I

daydream about

bein’ in Money, Mississippi,

in the Audubon Ballroom, and in Memphis, Tennessee,

preventin’ what was, fulfillin’ what’s meant to be.

Daydreaming at night I

think of selling out, staying woke,

getting old, being broke,

trying to be a quota or a token

wanting to fix the systems against us — intentionally & forever broken

Many nights I

daydream about

Daydreamin’ at night I

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Cleveland | 30 | Seeking to make small change with my words and thoughts. More material available on The East by West https://www.theeastbywest.com

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