page rage

a poem from the prompt "righteous rage" from the first meeting of Justice Journaling // picture taken by Nijah on Juneteenth 2019

found on pinterest - Tori Huang

righteous rage

fills my page

as i look through this age

of men and women

who disregard the babes

saying age is "just a number"

full of slumber

what happened to woke-ness

why hate broke-ness?

forgetting the cracked hands

and backs of elders

ancestors

snoring through

the roaring 2020s

their vision is blurry

our prez is scurry

the situation feels furry

bare with me

the scars of the past

that last

through generations

that traverse

great nations

my great-great grandaddy

was blue black

according to my unc

gr8-gr8 grandaddy's children

selling his land

put him in a funk

so i write for him

and legions of others

i write for my mother

who still asks my about future

books

i write for the folks who love bell hooks

i write for lorraine because she was

gone too soon

i write to the stars

like i'm a new moon

and i write for me

to be free

young, gifted, & black

never whack

BLACK-black

not just in the 2nd month

i'm 5/5 black

human all year

never stop

my God still sees

and is near

i won't fear

my future is bright

my promised land is here

so i love my rage

and my page

my words

are clear

Jocelyn Billheimer ©