I cried for my ancestors tonight.

I cried for my ancestors tonight. I cried for their tears, and their pain. Their torment and trauma. Their fear and anger. Their hate and rage. I cried for their sons. And daughters. And fathers and brothers. Mothers and sisters. I cried for their blood that soaks this united land. For their labor that goes unnoticed. Unappreciated. For their bodies that were never found. I cried for their love that they struggled to give. The love that was struggled to give to them. I cried for the music made from that struggle, for that struggle. The music that encapsulates their drive to live, to prosper, to love, despite everything. I cried for their cry’s and their fight, and their spirit, and their strength. Their souls. Tonight I cried. For my people.