of whose nature do we mimic? minds mutated & our legacy voices become muted and silence is embraced as the new slang. ...dreams pile... sunflower seed shells commemorate our heritage. but we are not merely their mistake from a triangular trade that fell into a irreparable depression. we are sun-trippers & lovers who ask for peace as a reparation payment. faith in equality an impoverished religion... eyes syrup-thick with longing for salvation, they breathe cold sighs & smiles freeze into ice grills. we study elder bones & drain the marrow in search of a new pain-numbing high. ...we are centuries' December waiting for may... black skin blends pride with subjugation ...and we descendants of the amalgamation are the new sound. altruistic with our creations, the arts we build from sweaty double-shifts become that which is the highest form of flattery ...and we are scientific in the love of ourselves the past that paved our way ...and the captors who reap the benefits of melanin & shackles' matrimony. accountability has enough lanes for everyone ...so we end placating ourselves with the pursuit of their happiness and find our own way to choreograph our existence on the surface of the sun, looking under rocks & hard places to catch 22 & and coral it under the holy number 7 to unearth the heaven ...we so desperately seek... and ask ancestors to lead the requiem for this passing age withered from exhaustion. our words will be the induction ceremony into righteousness, yes one day we will be righteous... sturdy from the stiffness of standing on our own, erect from the spine of our biography that bends its truth for no one, proud from the understanding that we too are great we too can climb mountains & birth giants out of babies we too can inherit the wealth of god's vernacular and speak His tongues we too are more than blacks in these cold echoes of generational displacement & inequality. they want us to absolve them and we still seek their thumbs up ...and one day, they will be absolved we will find ourselves in the re-affirmation of our afrika and everybody in between will clap to drum kicks & applaud the joyous event of we earth-dwellers finally understanding that we all are connected affected by the twist of the planet and the love of one has the potential to birth the love for all. ?