we enter into new years hoping to purge the last
of all global adversity, but in our annual catharsis we lose
a fraction of our humanity
no new year could erase the erasure of a culture of colored oppression.
this poem is to Israel, Jim Crow, Iran Contra, diaspora choking the dead and capitalism covering
slave’s shackles–
even if we could take your shit,
we wouldn’t take your shit.
this poem is to George Zimmerman, Darren Wilson, NYPD, and KKK–
even if we could take your shit,
we wouldn’t take your shit.
as a black woman, i am not just breasts and sex. i am Eric Garner’s lungs crushed by a society of white
supremacy.
i am Trayvon Martin’s tea spilling an Arizona sunset onto Floridian concrete.
i am Michael Brown’s swishers suffocating under tobacco’s acrid stench waiting for weed under
Missouri’s bloody breeze.
this ain’t Dayton, Ohio. this is black feet hidden by the night and guided by Harriet Tubman’s light.
this is all 3/4 human beings gathering to take down Mr. Man’s regime.
this is Ferguson, Missouri,
Selma, Alabama,
Gary, Indiana,
Detroit, Michigan,
Compton and Queens.
this is blood under brown skin burnt by Mr. Man’s fire,
so tell that arsonist we are coming back!
and his flames we will quell,
his flames we will quell,
his flames we
will quell.


Alexandria Montgomery is a sixteen-year-old aspiring author and activist. She has an acumen for not only social consciousness, but spiritual consciousness as well. Find her at sohamist.wordpress.com.


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