Here at The Dream Defenders, we know that this holiday will always need an asterisk until the racial habits and oppression that are engrained in the DNA of this country are abolished. For as long as there has been oppression in this country, there has been clapback. From the ancestors Frederick Douglass and Phillis Wheatley to the young writers and orators of today, we express our anger and weave our path to liberation through our words.
The Broward Dream Defenders is a Squadd full of bright minds and talent. Take some time on this day of *freedom to truly see and hear freedom expressed through the words of young black and brown bodies. The same bodies fighting to ensure that we all get free.
First we begin with a poem from Jodi (aka A Cup of Jo), on the perspective of a group of people that have felt the most prolonged pain throughout US History: The Black Mother
And I wonder if
As a black mother I
Will ever have to
Clean up the blood of my offspring.
Using nothing less than
My own toothbrush to
Bits of brain mater that
May have fallen in sidewalk crack.
Blood soaking into mop head
Racism soaked into this land
With a stolen name of home.
And I wonder
How I will feel,
If I will feel,
When they tell me that
My baby was endangering them
And that their murder was not intentional
The killing of any black child
In Amerikkka has ever been anything but.
I want to know if
By the time i
Am allowed to interact with
My child’s gore
It will still be the colour of their
If it will be brown from
Drying under the neglect of
Those who vowed to
Protect and serve
I wonder if they’ll have the nerve
To tell me my child
Had a gun.
Next, a son of Puerto Rico, Jesse 'Sobrevivente' Cosme deals with the always fresh wounds of white supremacy and colonialism in his heart. Puerto Rico in 2016, is on it's way to becoming a US colony while millions in this country celebrate the 13 original colonies... it almost seems unbelievable but Jesse lays it out fairly well below and in his own blog -here-.
A Breath of fresh air
A saying that goes without saying
Goes without words indicating
That it is a positive in the life of the person in which it's permeating
But how different this breath can be
You step off the 747 plane and onto the island of which it's inhabitants you know nothing of
Fuck do you care you just trying to soak up the sun
Vacation, your breath of fresh air
I wonder how the fuck I'm going to pay my rent this month
Landlord beating down my door
Unemployment rates sore
My son wonder why I never take him to the store
Why the gift flow has slowed
Does daddy not love him no more?
I light up my spliff hoping to mend my soul, it's torn
Take a breath of fresh air
You lay back on the beaches soaking in the sun
See a cutie wearing little to none
wink your way as she takes her morning run
You smile and take a sip of that pineapple rum
Breath of fresh air
I demean and destroy myself everyday
Not sure how it got here, shit we don't own no boats no planes
At least with this my happiness is feigned
The only time I've seen this much white is when I look at those in power
I pull that powder so deep I can barely see
Through my nose I breath my breath of fresh air
You come back from jet setting
To invest heavy in the oppressed deadly addictions
Fast food, consumerism, and television
Check your accounts and realize that you are set for life
You can retire early and your kids can take their time and find themselves
You done enough dirty to take care of them till they are past thirty
You lean back in your leather chair overlooking the skyline of the city you tear
And take a breath of fresh air
I fight and scrap because that's the only way I know how
Shit I'll fight my brother if it means we can move up out this town
Swollen fists, bloody noses, guns, knives are my tools chosen
It's how I express my intent to live
By any means necessary
My mean is necessary to survive
My cope is so dope no lyric heard, read or spoke could give you this feeling
So I'm leaning back feeling it flow through our veins forgetting all the pain, all the pain,
I breath my last breath of fresh air
- Written from the perspective of Jose Cosme, Jaime "Jimmy" Cosme, and Juan "Lefty" Rivera.
Nuyoricans lost to the system too soon.
Finally, Stephen 'Enigma' tells us of our natural instinct to be free in this spoken word.
We hope you all continue to get truly free, not this premature celebration that's been going on for far too long.
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