I was taught from a young age

My idols was a white man, and a white woman

Reading that my joy has from this unity of white man and woman

Born in Jersusalem

That I should pray

Keep fear in this "God"

When I was a teenager, I was taught that there is a pole

That is better for me to climb

With my hands and feet

And twerk down

For my hair was too kinky to be beautiful

So it must be straight

My brown eyes are not beautiful enough so it must be blue contacts

My skin too brown so I must use lighter concealer, lighter foundation

My body is too womanly for my 14 year old body so it must be for sex

So this I gave

When I became an adult

I learned that there is a pole

That is better for me to climb

It is wearing all of my teachings

Everything that I have studied and lived out so well

That diminshed my "soul", but has reaped multiple benefits for others

I have found that the ancestors were killed by this flag

On a pole, that waves proudly in the wind

That pole she climbed that day and took off

Not with pride, but with a sense of relief

Like a deep splinter in the feet being removed

Like a lost baby in the airport meeting mommy 

Like a soothing sage butter rubbed on the whipping on a back

Like the call of granmama and her knowing eyes and tears as she holds me

Like the warm sun on my skin and my brain finally working again jumping

Like I don't have to sing the blues anymore

just for a minute she gave us that

When she climb

That 

Pole