Inside of History (Poem)

by Marcus Kwame Anderson
~

i am the son of ellison
one of many
who have lived outside
of history

invisible

my mother is royalty
a precious jewel
feared for her beauty
strength and integrity

we have lived outside
of history
invisible
for too long
beaten
forgotten
erased
lynched
unwritten

last night i watched
one of our brightest suns
ignore barriers
reaching beyond
boundary

we the people were
his sinewy fingers
reaching for history

and we transcended

we grasped history tightly
overlooking its cruelties
we held it close to our chests
and history danced
to our heart's
percussion

last night
one of our brightest suns
stood up and demanded
to be seen
and he was

he grasped history
we were his fingers

we must hold this moment
look forward
and never
ever
lose
our
grip
~

© Marcus Kwame Anderson 2008