Jalisa Stewart Poet Free verse

Remember

I can’t remember a time when my people were treated like nothing and  
Branded like cattle with red iron. 
I can’t remember 
When my people were taken from their families and homes
I can’t remember 
The tribe I came from, or the way we were beaten for the way we were born.
I can’t remember 
When we were colored, *****, or property. 
I can’t remember but I wear the scars 
No longer on my flesh but engraved on my heart, I wear the scars.
I can’t remember 
The reason I’m black and proud or what inspired one man’s dream. 
I can’t remember but I wear the scars 
I’ll never forget what I can’t remember
These memories are the reason I push hard. 
The push of my people resides in my punch.
What I can’t remember is the reason I push. 
I can’t remember. But it remembers me. 

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Debbie Guzzi September 10, 2011 at 8:29 PM Welcome to Soup....light & love

Carol Sunshine Brown August 17, 2011 at 10:02 AM Thank you for sharing your creative poetry with us Jalisa. I will be back another time to read more. Love, Carol

Tony Lane August 16, 2011 at 5:35 PM One of the things that gives me joy is having lived when Rev. King was alive. I am a 53 year old white man and I remember asking my mom who he was and she told me he was a great man that was going to change the world. I really liked this poem. Thank you for sharing it.