Happy Thoughts

Fresh oranges and a sunset to match 

The gap between his teeth, only visible when he laughs and

freckles the that speckle the tip of his nose.

We call them sun kisses.

 

Bantu knots, dreadlocks, cornrows and afros 

The smell of pan-seared cod prepared by my grandmother.

Her weathered hands tell stories, not all end happily

But quietly I listen. 

 

Photos from my mother's junior prom 

My Afro-Carribean heritage 

The anonyminity of this universe 

and it's uncertainty.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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