story goes that my ancestors rubbed pepper into their eyes


rubbed pepper into the eyes of their horses 


mounted them

and the horses took them 



i have no recollection which ancestors’ blood i carry in me

of who died for me to be here


the atlantic splinters my family and i have so much wood in my blood and flesh


yesterday i woke up

/the morning water of the nile flowing between my two front teeth

stenciled thick black lines around my sleepy eyes

melted soft red lines around my lips


afro a golden halo


sun in gemini

moon in cancer

venus in afro  


This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world


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