Inspiration repeats in my spirit -
Thinking back to the times of great sacrifice.
In fields crying, "Sweet chariot, come forth, carry me home".
My inspiration.
Swinging hoes -
Breath strained from tired lungs and aching backs.
Grand-mamas balancing fitful babies on broad hips.
Stirring pots of snapped peas,
Mopping sweat with white flour sack rags -
Kept in the secret place betwixt full breasts that no longer suckle.
My inspiration.
Music and laughter like some sweet concoction flowing from the floor boards of that God forbid room.
Arguing, loud voices thick with cheap liquor, black tar death and reefer madness.
Forgetting all manner of respect one for another.
Escalating craziness.
Somebody's child gone much too soon.
Dead, dieing, spent, crippled, locked up -
My inspiration.
Mamas crying on church floors splayed out before God begging for mercy
Seeking peace after nights of worry and fear.
Where is that daughter that brought so much joy?
Where is that son of great potential?
My inspiration.
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