This month is the 50th year anniversary of the Childrens’ March. The moment in the “civil rights movement” when brave black bodies, as young as 4 years old ,stared down dogs and firehouses to fill the Birmingham jails and brake the back of segregation in one of the bloodiest cities in the country. Watching the movie Might Times was a powerful experience. I was coming off of a busy week and the visuals of the politicized black children being beaten compounded my emotions. Below is a excerpt from a longer piece that speaks to where remembering the Childrens’ March took me.
Looking Back
This Knowledge it overwhelms me
Twists and contorts me
This information each new sentence
Makes me want to burst
placing my perceived intellect in a hearse
Life transforming, Knowledge destiny bending visions
Glimpse into the past
bring doubts about how long freedom will last
if it ever really was
it hurts to recall the memories
To reminisce on the past
History our story is a sweet bitter pill
Dirty Art Boi 