Christ in the Womb

Summary

She’s not who they think she is.
And so she stands tall,
back straight,
arms crossed,
defiantly testifying to a different world
while facing the armor, weapons, and soldiers of the same state power
that killed another black body before her.
She has a six-year-old son.

She was told to move off the street.
She’s not moving.
She’s not talking.
She’s taking her stand,
poised, peaceful, and powerful,
blown by the wind,
her dress swaying in the breeze.