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Poetry: Heir Share

  • Writer: Alexis Cuffee
    Alexis Cuffee
  • May 7, 2019
  • 1 min read

House on island

What gives them the right to take my land


from right up under me? how the HELL


did Uncle Tom take my livelihood?


a northern cousin, who has never


stepped foot on this Carolina soil?


what gives them the right to do this?


don’t they know how our people worked for


this? did no one tell them the stories


of how our ancestors BROKE THE CHAINS


of their slave narrative, and built their


OWN FREEDOM.


they built a place for us to be safe.


a place where our own culture could grow


y’all have no claim here! Y’all have no rights!


my momma sat me down on these very


steps as child every Sunday


she would braid my hair, as her mother


did for her, as I did for my own.


as my daughter will do for her girls  


This is our birthright, we own this land


How dare you call yourself MY FAMILY

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