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a Musa glitters in brilliance</p><p id="811d">Gold drops from majestic and mighty fingers</p><p id="49f9">Hannibal sits on an elephant in the haze</p><p id="ab18">Crossing the Mississippi</p><p id="2cd0">Sprinkling memories of toils on cotton</p><p id="c23a">That built false supreme beings</p><p id="782d">Reminds our nation of a great tragedy</p><p id="b62b">Theft of the ones bearing melanin</p><p id="abb2">The AFRICAN DUST is arriving</p><p id="fca5">Providing strength in each sandy grain</p><p id="0397">It’s a reminder to the broken USA</p><p id="4734">Pay what you owe</p><p id="4566">Or continue to bleed out your humanity</p><p id="07d5"><a href="https://medium.com/@whitec1914"><i>Estacious(Charles White)</i></a><i> is a 23-year educator. He began writing over 25 years ago. His work experience encompasses managing schools and teaching a variety of subjects. His passions are poetry, short fiction, playwrighting, and non-fiction. He won one of six prizes in the Rockford play festival for his play “Incarcerated Christmas.” He is married with three children and a native of New Orleans. Email: [email protected]</i></p><h2 id="833a">The Further Musings of Estacious:</h2><div id="ecd6" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/the-burden-of-african-american-parenthood-e05c51f80bd8"> <div> <div> <h2>The Burden of African American Parenthood</h2> <div><h3>My son told my wife he didn’t want to be black because the police would kill him.</h3></div> <div><p>m

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The Ancestral Dust Cloud

A poem about the Saharan dust cloud and African Ancestors

Photo by Dragos Gontariu on Unsplash

Prologue:

I am intrigued by the enormous Saharan dust plume that’s entering the southern United States this weekend. According to the Weather Channel, this particular plum is one of the thickest ever seen. True Saharan Dust arrives in the USA every year but never of this size and thickness.

This dust cloud, to me, represents the millions of African slaves who toiled in the south to build the wealth of this nation. Each particle of dust comes from the homeland of my ancestors. This poem is for the ones who jumped ship into the Atlantic to be free on the waves instead of bondage under the lash.

An African Dust cloud is coming

laced with the DNA of my ancestors

Marching over the deadly graveyard

The middle passage

Wrapping the sun in brilliance

Darkening the skies where slaves once toiled

Dust particles transport stories

Mansa Musa glitters in brilliance

Gold drops from majestic and mighty fingers

Hannibal sits on an elephant in the haze

Crossing the Mississippi

Sprinkling memories of toils on cotton

That built false supreme beings

Reminds our nation of a great tragedy

Theft of the ones bearing melanin

The AFRICAN DUST is arriving

Providing strength in each sandy grain

It’s a reminder to the broken USA

Pay what you owe

Or continue to bleed out your humanity

Estacious(Charles White) is a 23-year educator. He began writing over 25 years ago. His work experience encompasses managing schools and teaching a variety of subjects. His passions are poetry, short fiction, playwrighting, and non-fiction. He won one of six prizes in the Rockford play festival for his play “Incarcerated Christmas.” He is married with three children and a native of New Orleans. Email: [email protected]

The Further Musings of Estacious:

Where Estacious hangs his pad and pen:

Africa
African American
Poem
Inequality
Poetry
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