She sweeps across the ruins

She sweeps across the ruins of life

deading nature  

rusting machinery 

rotting corpses strung to 

Nothing 

Her skin Black as night 

glowing 

glistening 

growing in power

afraid of 

Nothing 

once upon a time she was a queen 

a queen of riches beyond materialistic things 

a queen of riches of knowledge, love and freedom 

a queen of riches that was striped of her and her people 

she has come to reclaim her throne 

watch in awe 

she has come home 

her power beyond what is comprehended by her once aggressors 

they awe

in fright 

in defeat 

in jealousy 

she sheds the pain that once held her down and back 

she has fought many hundreds of years 

of pain 

of humiliation 

of belittlement 

watch out , revenge and retaliation is never of her intentions

“No” her spirit screams 

Yet

knowledge , love , freedom 

she will set her sisters and brothers and children free 

at last 

the goddess takes her throne

her knees blooded 

her heart bruised 

her pain on her sleeve 

she is free at last , all to come after her is free

he falls to his knees 

the fiery orange haired king is defeated 

his ancestors scream out in defeat 

his worshippers scream out in defeat 

his slaves scream out in defeat 

“You are foolish . You and your squad go back where you belong”

he screams in one last attempt of power 

but 

it is too late 

his power is nothing but a joke to the queen 

a 

sick 

cruel 

humilating 

joke at the expense of millions of queens and kings like herself 

she ignores his protests and his shouts and his screams and his crooked fingers 

she finally sits

in relaxation

in peace

in love 

“Today and every day after for eternity we are free 

rise my kings and queens 

RISE I say 

wake from your slumber 

you are free 

come before the sun 

come and be free” 

In the distance and beyond the eye can see the goddess’ 

ancestors stagger forward

from shadows 

from graves 

from poverty 

they emerge with evergrowing strength 

a song rings out as the millions join together 

melodies 

symphonies 

orchestras 

pour into the sky as the ancestors walk around 

not over 

their once suppressors 

Tears fall from her eyes as the goddess’ ancestors come forward 

“We were tired 

we were lost 

we were stepped over and on 

but now 

oh 

but now 

we are one” 

Emmett Till comes forward dripping of Bayou water

Trayvon Martin comes forward dripping of judicial injustice 

Sandra Bland comes forward dripping of systematic silence 

“Come, you are free . You are loved now”

the goddess’ Black arms stretch in welcoming to all before her

”isn’t freedom glorious 

isn’t freedom beautiful 

isn’t freedom lovely 

it is ours to taste now” 

she sinks into her throne , 

“Rejoice , yes rejoice , forever 

I will shield you 

I will protect you 

I will love you

you will never worry again”

She opens her eyes to the past present and future

Blurring into one beautiful sight 

“it is beautiful my family 

if only you could see the future we now have” 

the goddess closes her eyes and fade away 

her job is finally done 

“do not forget our fight 

do not forget our strength 

do not forget” 

she engraves into a mountain 

the goddess now runs the earth 

the fiery orange hair king is of no more

his reign of terror is over at last 

he slinks in his tower 

defeat he never admits 

he lies to

his ancestors 

his worshippers 

his slaves

“Statistics and polls says I won 

I always win

They will fall”

myth has it the goddess sits in the sky

she sees all