During the COVID crisis and the current racial unrest, I have resumed writing poetry after a 21-year hiatus. I am attaching my latest poem to add to the COVID diaries.
“Terms of Negotiation”
Quietly simmering for 246 years, the pot of racism is finally boiling over.
How much more can we take?
Negotiation techniques fail,
promise arrive bitter and broken.
We will not be seduced by your shining talk of freedom
as you desire to imprison us in other ways.
We don’t want TV shows pulled.
We don’t want places renamed.
We don’t want statues destroyed.
We don’t want you insincere apologies saying you’ll do better but you never do.
We want to live –
to be truly treated as equals and not as criminals
to be free
free to exist
free to move through the world without worry
free to not constantly be on guard
worried that each breath will be our last gasp.
Submitted by Tamara Evens, Kings County – Lemoore.