trapped
between
d
r
i
p
p
i
n
g
veins of the red
the white
the
blue
s
t
u
m
b
l
e
d
upon fertile soil
shoveled
plowed
by tenants
of a home I will
never know.
Orphans
do not carry the memories
of their ancestry
do not bleed
the same blood
of their captors.
i crave
cherry red kisses
of a woman
i will never hug.
caress deep green hills
that will unleash in its steeps
the me that belongs in the his tory
of home.
i carry resentment
i am not the ripe red
the appealing hanover tomato.
i am not soothed by fluffy white cotton
there is no comfort here
i am instead blue
i am black.
Born black in a country
Not intended for me
trapped
clutched
white walls
trapped
clutched
black bars
trapped
subjugated
black poverty
trapped
subjugated
black redlining
trapped
by
hidden history
trapped
will never know
my family
i carry
prickly red roses
to their gravesites
s p r i n k l e the petals
all over the world
for i cannot find you.
i carry Whiteness
for i am the deep green hills
i am the red in the blood that was s
h
ed
i am the plump sour of the hanover tomato
i am the s t r e t c h e d cotton
the white fog hovered
over the top of each mountain
i am the bruised
an intermingling
of a society that
once
was home
but is now loss.
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