We’re dreams
walking in the world
on the land
of red skin red blood
on the land of a civil war
She says
we will walk
on rifles for freedom
on missiles for food
on the hymns of spirituals
humming the cries
of our children killed
their parents detained
pried away from their homes
We will use
our words as grenades
demolish all borders
We will rise
with our ancestors
who summoned us
We will transcend this
grim grime world
To live.
THEA MATTHEWS is a Brooklyn-based poet of African and Indigenous Mexican heritage. Born and raised in San Francisco, California, Thea is the author of Unearth [The Flowers] (Red Light Lit, 2020); and has work in The New Republic, The Rumpus, Foglifter, and others. Currently, she is an MFA Poetry candidate at New York University.
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