“When you have only ever experienced privilege, equality feels like oppression.” ― Adam Rutherford
Here’s Karen, captured from a foreign realm,
stacked in a leaky vessel through a storm
where all the crew, from cargo hold to helm,
were black and bold, the undisputed norm.
She’s told to buckle down and never whine
about the weight of sorrow on her back
from stolen heritage. “What’s yours is mine,”
they say, “we’ve set you on an equal track.”
But drowning in an ocean fraught with tears
or stranded in a desert parched with thirst,
the vestige of oppression through the years
can never fade until the tide’s reversed.
Why should it threaten them if she demands
a sign that someone sees and understands?
2020 Mary Boren
“My daddy changed the world.” Gianna Floyd,
at only six, already understands
that something monumental has occurred.
She joins the ranks of children left to bear
the burden of a murderous design
infused into the bedrock of our nation.
Four hundred years of history reveal
the willful subjugation of a line
of people who, despite the barricades,
survive in force to raise a mighty roar
that shatters all illusion. We must stand
in truth to finalize emancipation.
No longer will the platitudes suffice
nor “thoughts and prayers” assuage an open wound.
The time for reckoning is NOW, the day
will soon give way to dusk, the moment lost
forever if denial perseveres.
The case demands authentic reparation.
2020 Mary Boren
“Don’t tear that statue down! It represents
my heritage.” The Civil War still rages.
Although it ended, losers ever since
have sabotaged the bleak and bloody pages
of history. The altered facts we swallowed
have been exposed to light and judged a ruse
to whitewash the atrocities that followed.
The symbols we so carelessly confuse
with patriotic zeal across the board
from founding days are neither right nor good —
they’re remnants of a past to be abhorred
by those “endowed” with three-fifths personhood.
And liberty is just an empty word
until each citizen is seen and heard.
Mary Boren, 2017
Photo source and more info on the history of confederate statues
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There’s a sinister threat to freedom,
prosperity and peace
that is slithering through the tunnels
in legislative grease.
On a platform built of hatred
and ignorant “righteous” rage,
you have sullied the Lone Star emblem
across the global stage.
Running rampant beneath the mantle
it’s a mission of undermining
the thread of sanity
hanging limp in the minds of voters
confused by the disguise
who are filling their veins with venom
and rallying to your lies.
While slaughtering education
and help for the old and poor
and labeling sexual nature
a condition in need of “cure,”
you spit in the face of Jesus
and mock his example of
the worth of a life that’s rooted
in charity and love.
But we are the sons and daughters
of heroes who’d never let
fanatics dishonor Texas,
and we have not spoken yet.
Mary Boren, 2014
In the style of “The Secret People“, by G. K. Chesterton