Dead Bones Rise Up

By Katia Joseph

PROMPT — I will not rest until ...

In my dream, I saw millions of black men and women’s dried dead bones

Bone to bone, mourning and crying for justice;

Bone to bone, seeking to breathe again

under the Transatlantic sea, and shackled in the land of the free.

In my dream, I saw shadows of Trayvon Martin, Jordan Davis, Eric Garner, Sandra Bland, Tamir Rice, Atiana Jefferson, Breonna Taylor, Ahmaud Arbery, George Floyd…

haunting them in resurrection journey;

in unison, those dried dead bones cry out:

If we can breathe again, it won’t be with our faces kissing the ground.

If we must cry again, it won’t be in vain.

If we must die again, it will be a glorious death.

If we shall live again, justice shall rise;

our people shall stand.

They will breathe.

They will walk.

They will exist.

They will have peace;

peace in their homeland,

peace in the system.

Oh dried bones, awake and speak,

so your people, our people can

Run with peace;

Walk in peace;

Drive in peace;

Sleep in peace.

Dried bones, if you must die again,

We must breathe, we must breathe, we must breathe.

Bone to bone, rise up!

Katia Joseph is a poet, writer, and teacher. She teaches students to empower them and help them fulfill their dreams. She holds a degrees in History, Political Science, and Multicultural Education.

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