WATERMELON DAY (Poem)
WATERMELON DAY
By Farah Lawal Harris, 2025
Mother Earth’s precious sugar water daughter is the celebrant of today’s soirée.
Melanated beings of all ages gather outside of Sankofa bookstore on Georgia Avenue devoid of shame. “Go back and get it!” we proclaim.
We pass a splash of defiance around like communion—this is our body, which was planted, harvested, and broken for us to taste.
We sway to reggae sounds in the red August heat, conjuring up memories of annual festivals cancelled due to noise complaints.
The textured, soft blood-colored juice is a reprieve from the mocking we’ve received. We throw away stereotypes like rinds. Leave that mess for the flies. “It don’t make me no never mind.”
Today, we are free. Today, we are community dripping with beauty. Today and always, we are DC.
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Written for Day 6 of National Poetry Writing Month