Can You Take a Wrong Turn?

Can You Take a Wrong Turn?

  • Wrong Train

I got on the wrong train towards East Village

And fretted — will It ever stop?

Will I ever get off?

Do you ever wonder?

How many people boarded a vessel to come here?

By choice or by brute force?

More likely, some combination of both

After hearing two girls talking about the slaves

Harvesting sugar cane in the Caribbean

You can feel that New York City

Vibrates on a level of

Everyone who has come and departed

Looking for a better life

Only to be caged in coal mines

Profiting on industry

And the cleansing of the countryside

To think we all that we had something

Together

Fusing steel to sky

To see it all

  • To Be Appropriate

More than death in the Civil War

Burns a cultural vapid hell

Some envy in knowing where you come from

Some hold resentment for those who drink

From the well

Sitting on my hands and clear separation

I’m thinking this shirt from West Africa

Fits better than yoga pants

He said, “As token of appreciation

For more than a minute

Of your understanding.”

  • Revolutionary Sister

The Lady Liberty in the Brooklyn Museum

By Dingha McCannon

Stands taller than

Her green-eyed predecessor

With bullets on her belt and flag-pole hair

Gazing in at the room of Judy Chicago’s

Goddess gathering

Suppose that no one would have invited her there

“How do you get to Harlem?” she asked

“A-train I suppose”

I didn’t need to know New York

To know the Duke taught me that

  • 23 And Free

Other so-called nations don’t trace their

Generations into the pathways of ghosts

Question their DNA

We’re forced to wonder “What am I?”

Search in codes of chromosomes and hormones

Leftover from McDonald’s chicken nugget bones

For the soul only knows “I am”

And that bodies are just individual homes

  • Bad Juice

Seems like everyone struggles with

Knowing they were born “bad”

Born a conqueror or born a slave

Born to be broken or born to be made

Thank the gods of industry for bringing me

Comfort in a mason jar of freshly pressed juice

For only ten dollars

Get a cleanse for your soccer-ball soul

Make you right, give you better eye sight

So I gave her my credit card without looking twice

  • Prayer

Shaman says:

Oh Great Spirit

Visit me again tonight

Take me away

Heal my bones

Comfort me and remind me

No matter the sins

Of our Ancestral lands

That the end

We all go home

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