April 22, 2022
By Judy SooHoo
She marks the miracle of life for all
minding the place and moment of first breaths.
Steadfast, she safeguards, and gracefully guides
all paths to our hearts and drives to steep depths
both pride and remorse indelibly etched.
She gives voice to each man, woman, and child
accompanying us until our end.
While we look back circumspect, she will hold
dear our intimate truths that will transcend
our living memories ambered in time.
Unassuming, she speaks fairly and just
at beck and call standing at the ready.
With vision beyond, all prisms abound
brilliant eyes perceptive, impartial, free
of scrutiny as all would wish it be.
Armed with stark facts and stats for us to know
unburied pasts uncover our future.
Hearkened, a canon for liberation
tainted and toyed with by the accuser
implicates as she never erases.
Let us not forget our self-inflictions
held prominent in her precious fingers.
Endless earths steeped with spilt free and owned blood
over 200 years of Red Summers,
Mount Miserys, massacres, mob lynchings.
Death marches drum and Trails and Highways of
Tears lodge as footnotes in her long shadow.
The flood of faces throughout the ages -
memorials and Orange shirts bestow
honors but do not address the carnage.
Singular abominators have lured
souls amiss to a cancerous frenzy.
More than 35 genocides, she logs
meticulously the names aplenty
and weeps alongside cried pleas of the why.
She bears witness to copious crosses
of “The Other” - beige, tan, brown, ebony.
Torn-apart families, through no other
fault, end enshrined, bound in their deathly leave
that sizzle-singe-smoke her full, leaking breasts.
Color-blind with virtue for the taking
lighting bare those blind and bloodless to such.
Salving the pain of the unbearable
on sure hips she carries our weight too much
offering true measure of devotion.
No tallying, she asks nothing of us
only to query - What marks your time here?
Societies and civilizations,
mise en scénes, zeitgeists, mores to adhere
leave no legacy of humanity.
Many pockets of lone strength she can show
as examples to halt heinous crimes.
Give innocents and true sublimes refuge,
kindle hope, and raise spirits through grim times
grandly bequeathing to all, human rights.
Sow from noble roots, not from what seethes from
chilled hearts or deified institutions.
Grasp the greater good, as she in her realm
fulfills her promise of resolution
and magnifies the power from the one.
Let us stand on her shoulders of wisdom
and foresight, her lessons to us beckon.
Armed with compassion to quelch the hundreds
of years cultivation of crook’d weapons -
all lies, hate, apathy, and resentment.
Or implode and be twice absorbed within
by minority rules who persevere.
Absent her, we will cast empty voices
into the windswept, no echoes to hear
returned, no gifts to bear from her being.
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