Link Up

Inspired by this poem I wrote connecting our pain to our ancestors written below which led me to write another one inspired by this one and the song I played as I painted these chains was link up by Tierra Whack

Did we lose our chains or did we just color them in? Did you just throw another chain on to sin?

There’s many demonstrations

There’s many foreign paths

But it’s time to do the math, in fact

It started with what you remember

That pain and anguish is linked to your ancestors

Find the natural elements of the soul and be bold to not fold to truths untold 

They come from Zimbabwe, stolen from the hands of clans who praised the sun, moon and stars, summed up into your encrusted bezel, the colonizers never held a shovel, a bulldozer just grazed the earth, a crane went onto sacred turf, we thought it was a drill so we couldn’t feel until some brave body bashed a white mans face in with a hammer, and that brave body still walks with Grace like Coretta. Check the weather it’s raining gold chains and diamond rings and fancy things to distract you from the orange sky. Who am I? I am I. I built a Ark so we don’t sink in the only thing we should drink. Maybe we should link.

Freedom ain't about destiny. To be free in this American society means to lift scrutiny on the people whose ancestors built this land. The people whom you've stolen from their clan.

“They want to pick my brain to make sure I’m not insane but this caged bird remained and she’s busting out of chains to refrain from burning everything down to refrain from painting the haunted town; Her acrylic bleeds heavenly.”- Isaihrine Bosse