Dark Waters by Matasha Y. Lee

Dark Waters by Matasha Y. Lee

Unburied tears
Create a new landscape to be featured by men
They stare at your beauty
Not understanding
How it took form
How it was pressed out
From the bosom
Of the mother's womb
Who birthed this very nation.
She understood her breathtaking image
Would once be glorified
But she also, painfully, knew
That her tears
Will be misunderstood.
The agony
Of knowing
That her children
Will weep to form such
Waters.
The salt of the earth
Would be their wounds
The blood would form their grass.
The rivers will carry her children.
She knew and the dark waters of bathing
Would form from her.
The dark waters will flow from her.
The dark waters will be everlasting to everlasting,
Their will not be enough droughts to kill her voice
Murmuring through the wind
To call forth the pain
That has birthed her beauties
In dark water.