to be free
"Even if you are not ready for the day, it cannot always be night." - Gwendolyn Brooks, Speech to the Young: Speech to the Progress-Toward (Among them Nora and Henry III)
By R.C. TaylorPublished about a month ago • Updated about a month ago • 1 min read
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every word has an undercurrent of ancestors humming
‘cause we will not be kept under the
light of the North Star. We are invoking
Igbo Landing, self-emancipation, our
poetry running free from confines like all the runaway
slaves you couldn’t catch, syllables hitting the page—
elusive bare feet pound echoing down history seeking only one thing
About the Creator
R.C. Taylor
I write to invoke, to process, to honor, to resurrect, and—sometimes—to grieve but, above all, I write to be free.
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Comments (12)
Really outstanding! Well deserved challenge placement!
Oh my WORD! I adore this!!! It slipped by me but will now be read MULTIPLE times 😍😍😍 The Ancestors are well pleased and little ol' me is also. Congratulations on placing with a showstopper of an acrostic, RC!
As per always, wow, RC. Absolutely loved this. Congrats on placing in the challenge. Well done!
I love this. You knocked this challenge out of the park. Congrats on being runner up!
Amazing imagery!! Congrats on the win!
So powerful! Congratulations...how did I miss reading this before???
Absolutely breathtaking imagery in this insightful, haunting acrostic. Brilliantly penned. Loved it. Congratulations!! 🥳
Congratulations on the runner up win!!!
Captivating. Moving. Your reference to Igbo Landing was a masterpiece in and of itself.
Powerful, moving, irrepressible. Astounding poem.
Preach it Sistah. I hear those feet echoing down the ages. A poem to match the times.
This is really fantastic! Thank for this!