POEM 2 of CRP

Just wanted to share the second poem I’ve written on the Civil Rights Pilgrimage. Enjoy:

 

My Lies, My Eyes

I play in the wound on my Mother’s breast

Parading around in her heartland

 

Not twice did I ask about the bruise above her left eye or

The scab left on her right ankle

 

I was conceived from my Mother’s rape and

Told she was over it

 

I was lied to

And so were you

 

I was given to my stepmom before

I was considered

 

Through no DNA links but

Through chains of steel

 

My stepmother told me false accounts

Of how my Mother was over the nightmares

 

They deceived me

As they did you

 

My Mother Africa still weeps today

While Mrs. America tells me that her struggles of yesterday

Are not my own

 

-Shelby Lott

 

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  1. bhaynes says:

    Nice baby.

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