Nativity and Naivity
My friends comme from Africa, my colleages come from Africa, EVERYBODY COMES FROM AFRICA, even me
But my ancestors can be traced to America
Yes my mom and my dad
yes their parents too
I mean from 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 6, and more years ago
My ancestors still came from America
Even when people were coming from Europe and Africa
But I still don't know where I come from
I seem to be the only one who cares about it too
I am the only one who can look at the past and say, I want to revisit that, and mean it
Even if only to watch my ancestors to make sure that's where I come from
I want to know who I can call my people and how to say their names in my language
My language that I inherited yet have no knowledge of
My language in my blood, but I can't express through cutting myself (which is why I dont, like, what's the point?)
My language that I die everyday of not knowing it
And I'm the only one at the funeral
When I can't even cry
My language that I own, but can't show
My language that I may never forget, only because I never knew it...
And I write until I can find the words to say.