“New Moon” We’ve been trying to give them the newest moon - the children, refuge under a different sky, one bluer and less littered with what they’ve created to make us forget our feet. Out of fear, sometimes we’d hold them so tight they’d suffocate, Margaret Garner them. Oh, the ways we project our trauma. Indeed outside is a slaughterhouse, a burial ground, the roads and trees littered with our dead, our latest songs obituaries. No matter how far we’ve migrated to get away Found, all the time, yet never lost in the first place. Don’t want to be hunted anymore, never did, never will put our children down until there aren’t so many of us in the ground. Poetry by: Brittany Barker @iambrittanybarker #feihernandez #carenotcops #blacklivesmatter Reposted from @fei.hernandez https://www.instagram.com/p/CDA68jXpZjeTuQlDdXWfldmoUrLPJu1k3DlRPQ0/?igshid=1anaazn2oy6kf
