BURY ME FREE
Dress me
In a suit of armor
Worthy of my grave
Comfort me
With the attention
Undeserving of a slave
Don't judge me
On my defiance or
For my relentless pursuit
Or despise me
For the hate that caused
Another Black man to loot.
Just give me
My due respect
You don't have to be afraid
And remember me
To be something more
Than another figure betrayed
All I ask is to be happy
In the last days
Of my quest
And shower me
With the blessings
Of your undying wholesomeness
Don't spite me insufferably,
On some street corner
In the hood
Just "Bury Me Free",
In hollowed ground
Beside the Brothers who understood.
Love ya!
Jane
Ron
Your poem struck the right cord with me.