You were born, sweet child,
from sweat and tears
from blood that flowed
through our veins
You came out of disability
out of skin and teeth
and bones and rage
at inequities
of race, gender, class
You walked out into the sun
with the ferociousness
of a tiger
You teethed in Selma, Little Rock,
in the Third World Strikes
out of free speech
and Blacks who refused
to sit any longer
at the back of the bus
You came in different sizes and shapes,
heights, skin tones
You were hanged, gunned down,
chased out of town, murdered,
sold, put on the auction block