we’ve been here before
(The 1619 Project)
before bound
face to face
with the unknown
shoved into tight
spaces, shackled,
strangled by the
suffocating,
un-sanitized
stench of capitalism and
communicable diseases
unable to breathe
muzzled behind iron-masks
savagely uprooted and s c a t t e r e d
across sugar plantations and white cotton fields
forced to reimagine home
in slums and shanties
with no running water or
happy birthday songs
to wash our hands
or toilet paper
or food
because
we could not
eat what we
reaped
gathered bones
black and brown
bodies thrown into
unmarked graves
carried in the resilient
blood of our ancestors
who with girded loins
transported us across
their backs dismantling
systems with their own tools
quilting fabrics from scraps
Soul-stirring delicacies like songs
divining
altars and organs
in their lungs
the earth is a tabernacle
and the body an instrument
and the heart a beat
and God only comes alive
when we dance
we’ve been here
before
standing on
the shoulders
of the ancestors
who taught us
how to make
something
out of nothing
and summon
light out of darkness
fear not, we’ve been here before…