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Weeping No More

My heart bleeds for my sons and daughters.

My heart bleeds for the lost sons and daughters of my mothers and mothers and fathers and fathers.

I look at the exposed parts and the swagger and the long shirts like a nightgown and the hats askew and I weep for the sons of my loins.

I look at the tight tight and the low low and the shake for notice and I weep for the daughters of my womb.

My eyes scan the horizon and I see the future and I weep for my promise.

I turn around and through the ocean of tears I see the mothers mothers who were snatched from their native shores

I see their their eyes lower in shame as their beauty in brown and black is put on display and taunted, and I weep for my daughters.

I see my strength in my fathers fathers in the wild of my heart land and

I see their eyes lower in shame as they are pulled and tugged with chains in front of their mothers mothers and I weep for my sons.

I close my eyes and I see the auction blocks and the whipping posts and the field and

I pull fr…