Remembering Those Who
Came Before Us
Ancestors are the bedrock of so many Afro-centric communities. Sometimes we know our ancestors' names and call on them for strength and support. Sometimes we don't know their names and simply call out into the abyss of the past for inspiration. As we continue to reflect on Black History Month I offer this untitled poem by Rev. Tijuana Gray.
In school they were fed to us:
Tubman, Truth, Carver…
Little morsels from too long ago to be real—
Distant and far-removed
Tiny story capsules we swallowed and regurgitated on cue
Later, we learned there were more.
More connection to our world, to our lives.
These are our ancestors.
We are their legacy.
Black history lives in black present.
We can, because they did.
We do, because they were.
Because they are.
They are with us.
We are here.