GREEN MOUNTAINS REVIEW
Volume 32.2
Black Voices (2021)
eight years
not nearly enough to cleanse the stench, funk grime and crime within the walls of an estate corrupt not enough to baptize a new beginning or dissolve evil embedded in historical detail
shadows of slaveholders, hustlers, con men, thieves an occasional preacher walk these halls, illness seeps from her pores this residential body proclaimed the peoples house paint her red
red for the blood of victims carried in the womb of hypocrisy for the burden of babies bathed in a trail of tears red for the wounds of discovery rape of a land, hanging trees
two hundred forty four years divided by artistic speech, broken promises high crimes, less misdemeanors speak her name for we will not forget red, brown, black lives matter