Non Existent: Hear My Cry

Tired of watching 

All that whip lashing,

Foot cut off

Women wailing

Children taken

Shiny black bodies

Peered at

Highest bidder

Plantations

 Don’t want to hear about no walking

Miles and miles down no Trail of Tears

Turned into rolls and rolls of Dawes listing

Names and names

Don’t  want to hear about landings

Fighting way up in the sky

Blasting enemies in planes

Escorting the friendlies back to safety

Was it all a lie?

Those men of Tuskegee

  

Don’t want to hear about no towns after sundown

Riots in the streets,

Burning houses down,

Men, women arrested

Dragged and caned

Always a repeat

Thousands die

Don’t want to see names of birds that fly

Politically Fort Bend Texans cry

That crazed black man Bob Chapel

Singings songs he wailed

Woodpeckers and Jaybird War

Black vote… No, No, No to control

Unconfirmed rumors

Run black men run somewhere far

They got those guns

Colfax Massacre one hundred fifty down

Louisiana tears

Families can’t be found

No thinking about “And Still I Rise”

Makes no sense hearing those long ago cries

Whispering Voice: Wake Up!

No baby daddy no going to school

No Bible Verses or Golden Rule

No living on March or Naha Base

No visit from Auntie no kiss on the face

No Uncle Les or Uncle John

No skating, hop scotch or having fun

No watching James Brown at his best

No 7^th Avenue Elks Club’s dance

No laughing or talking at the Masonic Temple

No hard fought ideas made fairly simple

No projects, no Lucky’s hamburger place

No South side, West Side, No Golden Gate

No Eastlake No Alkire or University Park

No playing at the Triangle after dark

No falling in love not once but twice

No Children no grands of two

No staying together or remaining tight

No one to kiss goodnight

Whispering Voice: It's kind of hard not knowing where you are going isn’t it?

Damn, I swear I exist
Am I non existent

OMG! Oh my gosh,

Say my name, say my name

Hear My Cry, Say My Name!