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Blood in The Sand

Samuel Malik Canty: the Word Bird. I am the author of Five Poetry Books, I understand my Purpose, and my words are my proof...

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For years they would come to the waters, clothed in white, beaming under the night lights, seeking to communicate and remind the ancestors that they have not been forgotten..

They would gather in the hundreds and the beach would become a sacred place to remind the living of the deaths that took place, of the ancestors who were dragged and beating upon arriving to these shores...

Blood in the Sand... The sand is filled with the DNA of the ancestors who survived the horrors of the Middle Passage, the beatings and inhumane treatments of their flesh by their captors...

The blood fell on the the sand and the Earth exhaled, the waters roared, the rain came down like tears...

Every drip measured in the millions, mingling with the rain, blending with the tears in harmony with the sacred dancing and music...

Blood in the Sand...The waters could not cover up the atrocities done to those who made it to these shores...

Made it despise the rapes, torture, and brutality that was heaped upon them by those who refused to see them as human...

Blood in the Sand …A reminder that the waters was not the only graveyard for the captured Africans...

Every year the Lost Fruits of the African Roots would come to pay homage, show respect and make sure the World Never Forget, this Black Holocaust...

Blood in the Sand... Untold stories seeking a way out... Every drum beat is a heart beat of a lost and stolen life...

Who will tell their stories?

© 2020 Malik S Canty