yesterday
i rose with the sun
and bathed myself in memories
born of blood
i reached back
and dressed myself in the whip-cracked flesh
of Fredrick Douglass
his words echoing like thunder in my head
then i put on Harriet Tubman’s eyes
as glasses and viewed
this day through the far-sighted lens of herstory
when i put on my shoes
I laced up Fannie Lou Hamer’s feet
tired of being sick and tired
and marched to the polls
singing her gospel symphony
when i arrived
i pulled the curtain behind me
and broke out into a breakdance
as if i were on the corner of 125th and Lenox
in Harlem
reciting Malcolm X’s “Ballot or the Bullet” speech
under my breath
then I coughed up the shard
that shot through King
and squeezed it in my hand
til it turned to dust
and tattooed the words
NEVER FORGET
on my soul
then i took my mother’s hand
~ bless her heart
and together we pulled the lever
and with millions of others
made history
and then her spirit whispered to me:
“a new day has come, son”
then i walked out of the booth
knowing that the struggle isn’t over.
it has only just begun.
copyright 2008 by Ewuare X. Osayande
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