In the Wild

I came from the green and leaves

Sand, water and mud

Hide, thick like Loxodonta Africana

Skin, black like the infinite abyss

Years dusted away with the beast

Out west, a man without a mission changes

I came from the forgotten places

A little past the the now bleeding Congo

where end time dragons pester and plunder

.

full circle when you recollect

Of wood and sugar

Across the desert, they came

Face slapped with an imported cross

..

Two ancient horned beasts

leading the blind to the valley for slaughter

white robe floating on elevated water

Destroying my own pigment

While exporting my own heart

false narrative

twisted tongue

Mind castrated

herstory forsaken

The land of the big waves ridden

with cancer

The taste of black for so long

in the world tasted bitter

No one cares for us

Souls scattered across the Atlantic

….

Now,

I seek mine and mine only

Culture belonging to me

Lands inherited from oral history

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