Seeds
SEEDS
Who did you leave under the sea?
Was it a black engineer building dreams?
And a brown baby with shackled hands little feet
An angel in disguise floating in the deep
Who did you throw in the ocean that day?
Was it a famed priest known to pray
To African ancestors whose hearts await
Arrival of those you stole away
Who did you drown in the big blue water?
Grandma grandpa son daughter
Artist singer soldier doctor lawyer
Because your soul is rotten out of order
Who was the wicked one that day?
Who inherited the curse of the slave?
You threw them away in the blue green sea
They were not stowaways they were holy seeds.
Copyright © Karen Jones | Year Posted 2023
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