Let the trees embrace you, With their long and leafy arms, Their thick and trusty branches, Reach up like vines To a star speckled sky. The wildebeest are roaming, On the dark and murky plain, They pace until the shining moon Shines ever so brightly In a star speckled sky The giraffes are chewing leafy greens, That are hanging from up above A calf gallops raggedly to his mother, Their necks are stretching up To a star speckled sky
Poetry
A Tribute to Bobby Hutton
A Tribute to Bobby Hutton Emma, 9 I didn’t know much about Bobby Hutton until recently, when I read about the Black Panthers. It’s important to know the parts of history that are hidden from us. During Black History Month, we are taught about people like Oprah Winfrey and Michael Jordan. But we’re rarely taught about people like Bobby Hutton, Malcolm X, and Huey P. Newton. Bobby Hutton was a sixteen-year-old member of the Oakland, CA Black Panther Party, an organization led by Huey P. Newton and Bobby Seale that fought for Black people’s rights and protested police brutality. They also fought for the working class and against capitalism. “Lil’” Bobby, as he was called, was the youngest member. It’s important for people to remember him and all the Black Panthers, and know his story. Bobby Hutton was with Eldridge Cleaver when Bobby was murdered. Their plan for a revolution had failed. The police caught Hutton and Cleaver, which led to a shoot-out. No one knew who fired the first shot, but Hutton and Cleaver fled for safety into the nearest basement of someone’s house. The police set off smoke bombs and started a fire. Eventually, Hutton and Cleaver realized they had to surrender. Cleaver took all of his clothes off to show that he didn’t have a gun. Hutton took his shirt off and came outside with his hands up, too self-conscious to take off the rest of his clothes. Nonetheless, the police immediately opened fire, killing Hutton and injuring Cleaver, and that last shred of trust—that the police would not shoot a person if they knew they weren’t armed—had faded away. Below is a poem I wrote called A Letter, dedicated to Bobby Hutton. We all should remember him and know his story. A Letter For Bobby Hutton I think you missed the birds calling in those last moments. I think the leaves stopped rustling when the bullets hit. I wish you were able to hear the trees whisper and the flowers grow instead of the guns and the creaking of the burning house. I think you missed how every single pair of paws was clasped together in prayer for you. I think you missed it while you were falling. I think you missed how the mud parted ways for you. I think you missed your own funeral but doesn’t everyone? You were entangled in black shadows you were pulled farther back, you were pulled inside. I think you didn’t see the tears because you couldn’t cry. I know your eyes were closed. Can I take it for granted that your limbs were straight or were they slowly breaking in that casket? Did you know what happened afterwards or was your head just blank forevermore? I don’t think you saw the way the others mourned. You were far, far away, maybe even nowhere.
Red and Blue
Red and Blue are the colors we built a country from, Red like the blood we spilled for freedom Blue like the clear skies we keep reaching for but also Red like the wounds of those we forced to plow our fields Blue like the tears we spilled watering our fields then Stars strewn across like the ones in our eyes as we looked past our mistakes to the sky-scraper silver heavens never down at the oppressed always up, always higher we are a country built on Red and Blue colors that unite and divide us all at once Democrat, Republican Liberal, Conservative focused on complicated policy and power politics that end in meaningless conflict Red and Blue colors which once linked us have become chain-links heavy, too heavy weighing us down that hill we need to climb we haven’t climbed it we can, but we won’t, not while our backs are weighed by prejudice by intolerance by hate still the colors we built from brim and burst with potential Red and Blue like an early-morning sky filled with scarlet clouds and splashes of azure beauty birthed from new beginnings now is the time to honor those we exploited heal those wounds we left open break the chains that hold us and start anew waving high a united flag of Red and Blue.
