Diaspora De L’angélique

Multicultural SlaveshipWe came from Arizona, from Mexico, from Los Angeles…?
Our names forgotten,
our past rewritten
our hearts still beating.

We moved, then settled,
on mediocrity;
erasing our warrior ancestry.

Spilt bloods, captured in oil,
celebrated with hallow planks of redwood desire,
Here too are the remnants of genocide;
Oh look how they smile.

I crossed rivers, bridges and borders
from La Mirada to the Avenues;
I slept while gunshots wept
And helicopters screamed ownership of
Father Sky’s Face.
Yes, I jumped fences, through barbed wired
only to find more
metal twisted in my pathway.

Now I walk barefoot,
I released the shackles of yesterday.
Looking back, I see the trail of blood sweat and tears I have left.
Looking forwards I see the trail of tears that still flows before me.

We came, from Arizona, from Mexico, from Los Angeles,
our names forgotten
our past rewritten
our hearts still beating.

In the Name of Malcolm, Davis and Sequoia.... Breathe.

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