by Kiana Davis
Years ago
I served Charleena Lyles
in my classroom
a room filled with
resilient dreamers
Students just like her
that believed the hope I held in my eyes
for them
the promise for a brighter future….
I taught her
how to study for a test,
how to write an essay,
how to analyze texts,
I taught her what I’d been taught
Respectability and that education would be an equalizer
But I did not teach her
how to stay alive
there is no course for this
I did not teach her
how to bend against inhumanity
to keep her heart beating
inside her black chest.
I did not teach her
how not to be gunned down in her home
in front of her babies
I didn’t teach her how to practice
eating the fears of others
To stay alive
but to swallow them
I did not teach her that one day
The spirit of hatred
Would steal everything from her
in order to feed its lust for privilege
I did not teach her
To pray for protection
from oppressive systematic practices
of dehumanization through imprisonment and murder
There is no course for this.
And now we must
Add your name Charleena Lyles
To the growing list of
Hashtagged Say her name pleas
How many more will be added
Until we all stand together and see
who the real puppeteer is?
We are being murdered in a raging storm
silent throughout America
and the truth behind our deaths will break the back of a nation
that proclaims liberty to for all
but
for all who are not black,
for all who are not brown,
because we fit the description:
The hair on his head was white like wool,
… his arms and feet like burnt brass …
Two years ago, I wrote this poem for Sandra Bland
And now Charlene I will dedicate this poem to you too.
If they kill me,
Because they couldn’t handle the truth
Because my loudness uncovered their insecurities
Because the color of my skin is a reminder
of a debt that has yet to be paid
Because I can find beauty in the bottom
of any hell they force me into
and turn the ugliness into coveted gold
Because my womb will birth a generation of warriors
If they kill me
Spread my ashes inside of the wind
Because I will return and I heal the planet.
Kiana Davis is a South Seattle based poet and an author of two books. Her work can be found at www.poeticawakenings.com.
Featured painting: Women Who Look Ahead by Monica Stewart
Reblogged this on Kiana's Poetic Awakenings and commented:
we can not rest in peace.