I don't imagine waking to a new world where children with dark skin never wonder what's behind the smile that turned their parents away.
I do wonder why I don't hear the screams of anger. Why I don't see the revolt. The revulsion at what has happened. The violent manifestation in unified force against the past.
Maybe every fiber of our being "learned the lesson" when you whipped us and raped us.
Maybe every DNA strand in us believed it when you told us we were nothing.
Maybe when you ripped out our spirituality and pounded in your Christianity, the fear of God became the fear of you, became God is you.
Maybe when you separated us from our lands we became separated, split beings....incomplete. Floating in futility.
Maybe when you drowned us and kept us underwater, we became all wrinkly and puffy and soft, and now we're just happy to breath! The face barely above water. Surface barely open. And, sometimes a floating piece of driftwood to rest, and it feels good! Barely open. To rest! To breath!! Ahhhhh.