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COLORED BOATS.

by V.

Another brother drowns.
His body sinks to the bottom.
My heart has no sound.
Say their names,
before we forget them.
We build a boat
We take what’s left of us.
I close my eyes and pray.
Forced God is not enough.
 
We can’t look around,
blinded by black bodies.
Confined under a blue sky.
We can’t recognize our fathers.
They’re covered in red, white, and blue blood.
The yellow sun radiates power,
Brown souls,
taken from white clouds.
Yellow sun is our massacre.
 
Red ocean created by blue.
Color separates us from you.
We know there’s going to be more.
We build a boat.
We take to shore.
Ocean made with 245 years of cries.
We take our blackness with us,
sail away with our pride.
 
White lightening strikes the boat
Still, we hope.
“It wont be us this time.”
We scream.
Just hopeful lies.
We know we die.
 
Each death leaves a new scar
like the slashes on the backs of my ancestors.
Each tear falls slower like the beginning of our freedom.
The ocean is rising.
We’re surrounded by bodies.
The blue is thick.
The boat sinks faster.
We couldn’t swim.
We can’t see the bottom
because we’re already there.
 
We float side by side
with our fathers.
The blue sky protected the white cloud,
yellow sun burned us alive
We built a boat,
but it couldn’t protect us from the red, white, and blue.
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