
Because flowers grow in strange places
like tattered pieces of wood and recycled paper
Because history is frost bitten
and winter refuses to be comforted by the sun
bluish-white and numbed pain
cold skin
and prickling feeling
Because the sky don’t stay dark forever
but light ain’t taught in history class
Because some skirts
are too heavy
to lift without permission
Because Dust Tracks on The Road
was subtracted 3 chapters
Because some truths
are too big to sacrifice
on American alters
Because Zora died broke
and Nina died sad
Because their voices still sing
Because strange fruit still swings
Because ignorance is worth more than rubies
and diamond gems
Because no one has picked up the pieces
of truth
underneath the ruble
of bombed out churches
on 16th streets
Because little girls ain’t little girls no more
but crushed bones
and melted skin
a strike of disobedience
against premeditated sin
Because hope is stronger than despair
Because freedom is worth more
than all the
raisins in the sun