Trevor Wentt - Heritage of Ht.

There it is
That violent symbol of hatred.
Claiming no malice, while Black blood painted.
Screaming proud
Of a rebellion against country and union.
Crying for the right to remove all that is human
From my frame.
And here I sit, eyes fixed on that symbol as it stands erected,
Shamelessly regarding none who are affected—by its oppression
See, my tensions are swelling from deep within
And my thoughts have resolved to a single question:
Remain or Regress?
Who knew a parking lot could create this strain?
Push onward toward progress or let oppression remain?
Build something anew, or be torn down again?
And with a frame filled with anxiety, I stepped out
Moving forward
On my Ruby Bridges
Intent on onward despite the Problem We All Live With
Step by step towards progress
But truthfully, if honest, I'm terrified
And passing the truck bed, I can feel this presence
As I cross the Mason Dixon, onward toward entrance
And with each step grows all that is imminent
As my gaze breaks onward toward ominous eminence
And I see them: taillights, red like Satanic depictions
And my heart rate rockets at the sight of this vision
Like Kunta, I'm running towards safe havens
As this body prophesies like my name is Nathan
Despite nothing being clear and nothing promised
Feet run toward progress with the heart of a prophet
And as my gaze returns forward, a voice intervenes
A mouth full of aggression and oppression screams
And in this moment I wonder what audacity leads
To the projection of authority over someone who's free?
You know, it's like those monuments to remind us of our place
Preaching equality while they spit in our face
It's like high schools named after Robert E. Lee
With 89% Black bodies in its seats
It's like white supremacist rallies on Charlottesville soil
With a President expressing that both sides are spoiled
It's like churches saying they're for restoration
While silencing the minors amidst the Birth of A Nation
And in rejection of regression I sneered, pupils returning forward
Firming foundations and building someone stronger
Eyes fixed on destination as my heart can see
These ex nihilo genes living within me
You will not again enslave me
This City was long ago made free

Written by:
Trevor Wentt

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