Aug 29, 2017
Red, red of the beet
Orange of the carrot
White of the parsnips
Purple of the turnips
Sounding like a reggae tune,
Moon sign of Capricorn,
Root crop time to plant and harvest.
Plantations of the rural American South
planted racial roots
to poison the earth,
to poison the thoughts,
to poison with fear and hate.
Roots search for water to survive.
Roots are the redwoods,
Who anchor trunks and limbs.
Roots give birth to fungi and mushrooms.
We eat roots!!
To become blended with our body’s compost
For energy and elimination.
Roots we plant where we choose to live.
Roots can pull up stakes to carry with us.
Roots are our DNA.
Roots are a part of the chords we sing and play.
Roots are in our scalps,
To be dyed as new colors
Roots for loving one another,
Roots with unfortunate voices
Our ears not meant to hear.
Roots a dentist can pull to be forever gone.
Roots can spread like tubers and bulbs
Into flowers of colors
We carry in our arms
From the gardens of our beliefs,
Like courageous sowers
to re-seed and take root once again.
Submitted on August 15, 2017, in memory of those who lost their lives and persons in the White Supremacists riots in Charlottesville, W.VA. Copyright August 2017 Nina Tepedino
Footnote: Definition: root 1. a the part of a plant normally below the ground, attaching it to the earth and conveying nourishment to it from the soil…..Wow! there is more metaphor for the poem.eh? A soil of discontent??