Dominoes


Slam!
Seeing your uncles slam white blocks with black dots on a table
Yelling words you've never heard before
Using slang that was once popular... in the 70's
After, Uncle James would impart words of wisdom into the youth
I never understood what he was talking about until now
The way he crafted his words of the mother land
How he spoke with emotion of the black community returning home
Listening to the harsh slander spoken towards my other uncles
These dominoes the we slam are the words in our hands
The black dots are Africa and the white blocks are America
It is time for us to wake up
We will never be totally free unless we are actually home
Home, where life began. Where riches don't equate to money
But to life
Slam!

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