New Harvest
New Harvest
New Harvest
New flowers blossom from the bottom of
Trans-Atlantic scars.
Visible, and pivotal
pure expression with art.
Past generations, it was sink or float
Let the waves carry.
They only had
Hope.
The seeds that were planted by the ones gone before us
start to germinate in the fields that once tore us.
Each new generation reaps what was sewed.
New harvests of greatness,
New harvests of
Hope.
We’ve had to stay intact
through influence and impact.
There’s beautiful irony
in a bright future,
that’s been black.
by Kenechukwu Obienu