Happy Fourth

May God Bless You

Independence

The currents of waters shifting the axis of humanity our families

Launched upon this pivotal highway

For the Light that was rolling in their blood was forming 

It was forming into a Sun that was about to and then did BURST with colors 

Can you imagine when the warm life came spilling out and went from red to white to blue?

When the stars were planted on our skin and maps were drawn with certainty, then the longing was seeded then born

The longing for freedom, for flight beyond fancy beyond the barrels of guns, beyond the yes men and no men and the chains of the common man, springing out from the side swiping come hither’s of the pews  

Well, my common man forefathers brought their bibles, their sons and daughters, their tools and the blank pages of there intent

My common ancestors rose from the bottom of the dark well of oppression and I know many of you will laugh at this

Many of you will laugh at the very inkling that some white girl could speak of oppression

Yes, well

Pain is pain

And tribes are tribes

And my marrow is a rainbow of black and white and yellow and red and white and blue

My bones are shaped with tiny fragments of Indians, The English and you, yes, you

My sisters, my brothers there is only love that is beholden here

The questions just cannot keep floundering around 

The fear that the ink of the constitution ran dry and maybe they didn’t tell or forewarn us of this

Maybe the words will disappear and those culpable will come down to yours truly because I froze

Froze on the high waters, where safety was sweeping me in its long limbed embrace

The sands were dry, the news was floating by and so many of us just said

“Goodbye”

We watched the boats crackle till their timber bones were shown to us plain 

Splintered 

The potato sacks and wheat dissolved into a sloppy mush of mud wrapped upon the river weeds 

The copper buttons and bibles danced on the wetness of the surface till the weight of their own context and substance could no longer handle the consequence of gravity

We stand here on the banks of heaven and point and stare as their chosen keepsakes sink towards the black bottom

Then the sharpness comes, gliding into my heart through my tendons at just the right angle, 

The despair of our forefathers guts me, the familiar smell of luxury dissipates

Blasting straight into a panic, beyond repair

A lone ranger from a lineage of lone rangers, fighting for the fruition of a life with choice

How we stand her watching the belongings of our beloveds 

Their remains wrapped, gutted and pulled to the sandy floor with no prayers of safe sleeping

No closing statements just a permissible indifference

We have a freedom that most Souls can’t even dare to dream of

Their fingers tips won’t ever stretch far enough to skim, to touch

Be thankful, yes, I am so thankful

That I may wave a flag that stands for more then I could stand for when the outstretched flesh clutches me by my belly.