Image by Priscilla du Preez via Unsplash I lost another child today.
Not my own, not one that I birthed. But another who was stolen from me. I never thought my life as an educator would Make me remember the Middle Passage When reassignment is punishment Much like a child stripped from its mother on African shores Or like seeing each other from different plantations Trying not to get too close And not to look too long For the master would know how much we hurt And we couldn't let them win that way. Because remembering was just too hard The lessons of last year The talks, the smiles, the breakthroughs The hugs, the laughs, the contented silence. We forced ourselves to be ok with this existence Waited until alone for the tears Today came oh too soon No more visiting the plantation down the hall No more daily hellos or sneak hugs. Today was goodbye and snot Father and son and teacher My words trying to make it better when it isn't With overseer overseeing the scene. Are you happy now?
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