I Sing What I’ve Seen

By M.A. Durand    

I sing of chickens being eaten. Every. Single. One. In the rooms. Someone paid. The price high. The bodies cheap. I sob you do not want to be there. What I sing is what I have heard and seen. My eyes and ears are old they see and hear young Black bodies under shotgun guard in sugar cane fields. My eyes see young bodies of all colors on school room floors. In homes. In streets. And you don’t want to see, but you should see the bullets the blood the bodies. Slavery to AR-15.  Hear and See. Hear and See freedom ring.

M.A. Durand is an undergraduate student just three credits from earning a BA at Antioch University in Creative Writing with a Concentration in Literature. She lives in the Mojave Desert, in Barstow, California, has traveled overseas and lived in Cairo, Egypt, and began writing stories at age seven.

Photo credit: James Emery via a Creative Commons license.