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Fill in the Blank: A Poem

  • Writer: tamia jordan
    tamia jordan
  • Aug 16, 2015
  • 1 min read

Updated: Nov 1, 2020


Dear mama:

You gave me life

I will forever be your baby, your big boy, your little man, your young man, your son

You felt my first kick

You heard my first cry

You witnessed my first breath


Dear government:

You tried to teach me to fear myself

The clock started counting down on my first day

I was your public enemy #1 on my first day

You declared the mistakes I made growing up a death sentence

You heard my last cry

You stole my last breath


Dear resistors:

As my heart beat that last time

As I exhaled my last breath and you inhaled your next

As I exhaled my…last…breath my life force was transferred to you

Use this gift wisely

Let my name be your battle cry

My Black life mattered, make my [Black??] death matter


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by tamia rashima jordan

 
 
 

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tamia rashima jordan, M.Ed., is an educator dedicated to fostering healing within the BIPOC (Black, Indigenous, and People of Color) community. She grounds her work in the teachings of her Christian faith, African Ancestral Traditions, and frameworks such as Emergent Strategy (adrienne maree brown), community accountability (Kaba et al.), healing justice principles (Page, Woodland, Kindred Southern Healing Justice Collective et al.), transformative justice (Grace Lee Boggs et al.), and abolitionist practices (Angela Davis, Michelle Alexander, Mariame Kaba et al.).

She currently serves as the Director of Intercultural Student Affairs at Emerson College in Boston, Massachusetts.

 

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