Before some of us leave
the county jail
the officers chain us—
And I am shackled
again— Maybe these are the
same chains that bind me
to my ancestors—
Maybe these are the same
chains that bind me to
my father and my
father’s father and all the
men that came before
him— Linked together
like those DNA strands that
I learned about in
biology— And
maybe I’m not supposed
to break free from them—