A Dark City (Onyx)

A Dark City (Onyx)

This is a “Poem of the Day” feature piece

This is my space

I am not movin
I am not leavin

These cracked streets
Torn green garbage cans
Overflowing wit evidence
Of a town well-lived
Forgotten/ and mis-remembered
In the history books
As some city of
Courthouses and
Ivory buildings            brutalism jarring
As the white men who erected
Statues in their own honor
Blocks of alabaster against
An onyx go-go
On Florida avenue
Caribbean fest on Georgia

They can paint
As many buildings as they like
Restock every street with
Cookie cutter coffee shops
And lil yoga studios

We will storm the barricades
Rob the rich
Until we find what we need
A return of the darkness
To this place

All the whites, oranges, and greens
Plastered onto historic
Usdta be homes
And shops
Will not cover
The dark blood seeping through
Brick and concrete
Bubbling from the grounds
Of Malcolm X Park
Shaking the Big Chair
Loose from its ensconced throne
Calling forgotten slaves
From the bottom of the Anacostia
To breathe life
Back into this

© Ama Akoto (2018)

In response to “nappy edges (a cross country sojourn)” by Ntozake Shange


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