we’ve been here before
(The 1619 Project)

we’ve been here

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

 

we were here before

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

because,

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…