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Black Voices: ‘My people march through winter,’ a poem by Kaitlyn Stitch

<p>Snow blankets the branches of a tree in Bloomington during the winter of 2016-17. </p>

Snow blankets the branches of a tree in Bloomington during the winter of 2016-17.

One step forward

   Three

Four

two steps backwards

one step, no steps

 

my people march through winter

uninspired, stagnant, static

here the running water is

      blocked off

      contained

the once rapid current

      frozen

no steps

 

winter turns waters gray,

ardor’s least favorite color

black ice, unyielding, rigid, dense

      stuck, fixed, pinned

 

Can we make it through the winter?

Whole communities shaking, trembling, quivering

But nonetheless our feet keep marching

Crystal ice wavers underneath us

The river beneath that awakens

 

But desperate struggle continues

Stretching, reaching, grasping

Not enough — try again

Grasping, reaching, stretching

Same result — insanity

 

We slip, slide, get back up,

      One step

      Another

The ice breaks and out comes

Frenzy, Passion, Inspiration

We will make it through the winter

Unimaginable progress — We march

One step, Two steps, Three steps, Four

Cherry blossoms and rain, new beginnings — spring

We have made it through the winter

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