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Meleah Azhané Ruffin

08/28/2017

**A poem I wrote in a past life, titled “Sing For Me”**

I traveled miles down an ice road

I slipped and cracked my head on the hard water once or twice

But the sun brought me home and made me warm

She gave me melanin and song to sing

But warned me that the song was heartbreaking

She said, “sweet child,

Your song will be sung by the mothers who won’t love their babies

By the fathers who won’t open their mouth to say, “I love you”

By the children of the sun who have scars the length of roads traveled

By the boys who hold guns against their heads and are dared by their peers

By the girls who announce their bodies and all their pussy to have a price

But most importantly

Your song must be sung by you”

So I sang my song to those who would listen

I sang about how I am Black

I am Black

I am Latina

I have no pride or prejudices to follow me

I sang my wish to be accompanied by the strength of my mother and those before her

I sang with women and men before me sang the songs of triumph

Sang the songs of beauty and belief

Sang the songs about how black children are allowed to dream

To think

To learn

To love

To speak

I sang about my departure from the world and it‘s ignorance

How I aspire to follow Buddha in his departure from this bliss

And witness the pain firsthand

I sang about my trials

About how my heart broke a thousand times

About how fairy tales have been the archetype for my nightmares

About how I prayed to be awake but was cursed with sleep

I sang about my fear love and those who say they love me

I sang about my crisis

About my darkest hour ending at midnight

About rising from the blood of the those that ended their lives in the name of peace

I also sang about treasures

About how my love has created sunflower fields that don’t bare seeds for me

About how my warm hands have comforted men while they have knives in my back

I sang about returning home

To the same sun that is now the moon

But I will always sing about my melanin

For she is my treasure