Poetry is more than words. It is a force for change, the song of our souls, a call to action, a means to claim pride, or to capture a moment. Sometimes, the voice of the poet is so powerful that it leaps off the page! That’s what happened with this piece. I am proud to share with you the words of one of my favorite poets, Write Azaglo. This piece first appeared on her Instagram and I begged her to let me share it here.
Hope you enjoy!
What do you call it
When they bottle up your blackness too
and place your body in the hands of white supremacy?
As if it was supposed to soothe their hunger for peace
Like they didn’t cause it to starve in the first place
Like we ‘pos to just cheer on another black body being handed to the police
For them to drink
For them to consume
For them to destroy
Like we have smiles on our faces when we mourn
Like we don’t have tombstones written at the bottom of our soles
What do you call it?