Written by C Hues
October 21, 2022
Empires enlarge when color is currency Britain never acknowledged its darker descendants Children of the plantation orphaned by their nations Those who build are cut down to keep power ascendant. One person’s dream is another’s nightmare Yet the world is loud—and we cannot sleep There’s not enough history and there’s too much time But we can’t be broken Because our branches grow long, and our roots shoot deep.