Clutching

Never grasping

Fully

The culture I was denied

The one I was born into

The one I am striving to claim

The one I make 

The one hidden from me

No one wanted to tell me

Had to find out for myself

Family tree distorted

Broken

In fragments

Parts of me missing

How is a tree with no roots supposed to survive

This sweltering heat

Longing for water

A thirst left unquenched

Who am I

Who am I

Who are you

Tell us about yourself

What is there to tell other than the same words that spill out of me like a rushing river 

Nowhere to go once they leave

How am I supposed to know where I’m going if I don’t know where I’m coming from

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