THE DECOLONIZER is the stomping of feet.
A hoodie, a Black beret, a bandana.
A mask we put over our faces so that we
may have a face.
So that our oppressors may see us fully.
When we speak
It is like a good wind
strong enough to knock down a wall in Gaza.
It is like water and thunder between our thighs.
It is like the sound of every third world
peoples opening there mouths at once.
THE DECOLONIZER is every weapon
we have ever had.
It is every dream.
It is every pair of shoes
We have walked in, leaped in, marched in.
THE DECOLONIZER is every "no"
you have murmured under your breath.
A thousand refusals to die
roses growing from our rib cages.
When the dust settles
And when freedom rests in our jaw
lives in our hearts
They will finally know
the sound of our voices.