What a powerful poem, with a cadence the opens doors to understanding.

…o grind us to the dust
that we in turn nurtured into fine rich soil with the toil of our sweat
see, that Black kid understood, maybe even living in the hood that 
to say our names right meant to colonize that white tongue
for a few seconds to arrest and forcing it to clap to our beat, 
our drum — That Black kid knew
That One Black Kid
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Janaka Stagnaro
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Dec 11, 2021
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What a powerful poem, with a cadence the opens doors to understanding.
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Written by Janaka Stagnaro
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Poetry, parables, articles — spiritual, life-lessons, Waldorf education, artwork. 11 books. www.janakasartandbooks.com
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