Dear Poetry + patrons, please enjoy this first poem for Feb.

We are the ancestors
Do not forsake me

Our voice isn’t reflected
In popular narrative
Or fashionable revisionist history
It will be hard for you to speak
Do it anyway

We are the ancestors
Do not forsake me

We are the all-important details
That get brushed under the rug
Because they weren’t there
Because they are weak and accept less than
Because they don’t care

We are the ancestors
Do not forsake me

Call out our names
When you need the strength
To stand tall
To share truth
To radiate in your power and glory

We are the ancestors
Do not forsake me

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