many moons waiting pulling on a tightrope locked inside a cold war miles and miles walking in my Name without my face Du Bois's double consciousness splitting my spirit say this and that not that and this morph into a machine the Establishment will be proud yet I am not proud of me "Blk Girl Soldier" covert and fierce recruit under the moon say you "Betty" and "Frida" and "Sonia" make your move take your stand now that the bomb's been dropped upon the eve of world war save the Hopeless defend the Lost you hold oh so dear don't quote Emma and say you are a soldier who does not fear do not try little do not try nothing try beyond your means to change the dialogue for the Hopeless, the Lost for the downfall of the establishment is near
This poem was inspired by Jamila Woods’ music and an event that happened at work recently. I’ve included the Spotify link below so you can enjoy her wonderful music.
Zelly & Ol' Hem's 