I was blessed to have been adopted at age thirteen.
When hunting after a torrential rain I slipped into the Potomac river and by holding onto my pellet gun, when it slapped the mud, the cocking mechanism sprang open, locking onto a stump allowing me to pull myself free from certain death in that wild rushing chocolate brown Potomac river.
Blessed to have survived a heavy weapon-laden military aircraft engine loss and fell five hundred feet before regaining our altitude, a truly horrific experience.
Blessed to have a bullet aimed at me pass through an open passenger window of a car, passed right in front of my nose, and smashed the driver's side window instead of passing through my head.
After being wrongly accused and facing twenty years in prison I was blessed by a man who saved me from committing suicide, and all charges were dropped.
After all of this and that, there must be a good reason for me still remaining among the living, for I am blessed and highly favored.
Categories:
potomac river, 9th grade,
Form: Free verse
Topple the monuments of the founders
for all of their shortcomings and sins
rip their portraits of museum walls
toss them into the Potomac River,
Splatter paint over their granite heads
erect monuments to your perfect selves
for you're the self- anointed god for all ages.
Kick old lady liberty in the teeth again
demand things-dwell on only the negative
If America is a broth of systemic racism
I wonder why they risk their lives to get in
to live their days in the shadows of white privilege?
..once they do get in they want to change the very
things that brought them here in the first place
Categories:
potomac river, freedom,
Form: Free verse