eyes.

 

i dream of touching the shores we were kept from
and kissin
the earth broken
and conquered.

castles on sand

enslaved

turned and brought out mirror something else

i can’t save anything really
but myself
until i heal 
until i find the place where my ancestors danced.

somewhere i am dancin
in rhythm
an bein held by kin folk. 

i want to go home.

 
 

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