seeds of the middle passage (pt. 2)

seeds of the middle passage (pt. 2)

Trapped in the wobbly full belly of a ship prison
Brimming with misery
My great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother chose to breathe
Forgiving God, she clung to living—inhaling, exhaling
Imprinting DNA with remembrance,
Blood cell memory instructed to carry on
Trauma imprints don’t fade
Even after the brain decides to forget
Wrestling with living demons
She chose to live

by Khadijah Ali-Coleman

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