Do you hear my voice
Whispering over these paths
In the hallways and backrooms
I am your original sin
Your hypocrisy
I bore you children
As your possession
Was there love
Could there be
When one isn’t free to love
They fear
Obey
And succumb
While numb within the vulgarity
Masked or confused affection
Gave myself to your need
Or you took who I was
Until the legacy of slavery
Mixed blood
Varied shades
And time marched on
With my descendants
Waiting for full equality
Where chains, whips and oppression
Became societal bigotry, institutional racism
Rigged juries and cries of “Black Lives Matter”
Where does it end
Do you hear my voice
Whispering over these paths
In the hallways and backrooms
I am your original sin
Your hypocrisy
From Sally Hemings to Sandra Bland
All men, and women, were created equal
They shall have their day
Copyright SGW 2015
Footnote: Written in the Garden Pavilion on the grounds of Monticello; my favorite spot there (Also, Jefferson's favorite for writing, reading and thinking.). Sally Hemings began to speak to me a bit the night before and then this flowed while visiting Thomas Jefferson's home.
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