Stomping cautiously
along the erratic cadences
of slave based racism and its
quarter note overtones, we
grooved from one oppressive
barred beat to another;
the scored freedom sojourn filled
with negative rest stops
designed to decrescendo wailing
staccato rhythmic screams
of jazz flowing notes echoing with
rebellious metered sounds.
Bypassing silent apathetic
rest stops with a crescendo
of rumbling faith and sassy
melodies of hope,
renewed blooming sounds
of liberation—void of waning
half notes—loudly burst
into resounding whole notes
of modulated fixed purpose;
creating a never ending symphony
of emancipation…conducted
by a spiritual directing…exacting
repeating melodic notes
of an ultrasonic pulse…echoing
a never ending concert
and its encoring sounds of liberty.