Poetry

The Beauty of a Black Christmas

When I think of Christmas, I think of family. During this turbulent time in our nations history, it is nice to have a moment, a break in time, where you can simply forget about the world’s problems and just live. This is for the families that may have it rough but  have always had just enough.

I’ve been dreaming of a Black Christmas

The angels sing

The dinner bell rings

And grandma cooked chicken wings

Oh these are a few of my favorite things

 

Where all the family is near

And we have no fear because happiness is here

And none of my friends got shot this year

And my people don’t have to live in fear but cheer

My black boy joy fills the air thick with living black breath

The only arrest happening is my father sitting on a bench speaking of the glory days

Reminiscing the minutes and hours of the past years

We walk home to the smell of coconut oil and collard greens

My stomach overflowing with images of

Greens

Beans

Potatoes

Tomatoes

You name it

Marvin Gaye’s Whats Going On plays yet spirits so gay

As our family breaks into song and greet me with Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays

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