PRIDE





By Eric Anders Jr. | Gonzaga



In this poem, Anders brings light to the tragedies all around America and expresses the need for change in praying for resolution.



Does the black soul fear?

Does it melt?

Is it sweet but brittle?

Like a praline

Or is it strong

But bitter?

Like a coffeebean


Why anger?

Why tire?

Why stress?

Over a bad apple.

Why seize us?

Why hang us?

Why must you arrest?


Tulsa

Rosewood

Selma

Birmingham


We live and thrive,

And yet

you strike our hand.


King in California

Brooks and Arbery in Georgia

Martin in Florida

Floyd and Castile in Minnesota

Taylor in Kentucky

Gray in Maryland

Jean in Texas

Sterling in Louisiana

Cusseaux in Arizona

Fonville in North Carolina

Rice in Ohio

Brown in Missouri

Garner in New York


Who must I say next?

You kneel on us,

you shoot us,

you murder us

You take our breath.


And yet,

Up like a cloud, we soar above.

We overcome.

We never dry like a raisin in the Sun.

We still smile

We still laugh

We still party

We still live everyday like it’s our last.


We still march

We spill truth.

Despite the spit,

Firehoses,

And guns you shoot.


No voice

No word

No death

Will kill our fruit.


Our pride

Our joy

Our love

And our spirit

Are utterly unbreakable

And we know you fear it.