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The Ancestors: A Poem

By Amanda Kemp

   You know the ancestors are calling you
   You know the ancestors are calling
   You
   They say

   Remember me
 
   They say
 
   Forgive me
 
   They say

   I forgive you

   They call
   And they weep
   When they see us dead
   on our feet
   When they see us
   Walking
   no where
   When they see us
   Running
   after the same
   Thing
   Again
   And
   Again
   And
   Again
   You here
   You there
   Running
   For that check
   To that man
   For the job you hate
   To that woman
   For that bottle
   To that weed
   To that strawberry shortcake
   —the whole cake
   Always looking out
   Never within




   The Ancestors are calling
   The Ancestors are calling
   On you
   To stop.
   And know
   And remember
   And feel
   And forgive

Me

You

Me

Remember.

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Amanda Kemp writes plays about the African-American experience and partners with people who want to change the world. Whether you do this as an artist, educator, community organizer, or healer, she's here to share tips on how to take care of yourself, tools that keep you growing, and art that reminds you to trust that a new world is being birthed! In her spare time, she's also a Visiting Scholar in Africana Studies at Franklin & Marshall College.


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