I Am Woke
I sit by the bed of nails
you placed before me.
And listen to your bedtime tales,
of how my great, great grandparents
profited by your enslavement.
I understand why
you minimize my ancestors’ history,
so you can standup
on a crumbling pedestal.
I am woke to the fact
you’re running from the truth.
And the truth,
will set me free.