My Ancestors
My ancestors are
Explorers
during divine twilight become
Jordan river sailors baptized in north star
Traders
along the middle passage
supply international stock exchange.
Farmers
handcrafted new lands
soil rich from back breaking beatings.
Settlers
once Congo Kings and Queens bathed in
Nile dawns.
My ancestors are
Orphans
kidnapped children
given names of captors.
Livestock
Beast of burden
castrated by America.
Canvas
brushed thick red with scars
craft brownish crimson dashiki of flesh.
Flowers
dangle on death beds
elevated funeral vacant from all but disdain.
My ancestors are
Dancers
dance freedom within cages
feet shackled bound by soul clanking echoes.
Singers
harmonize spirituals to rest
restless souls search for peace.
Immortals
married in unholy matrimony
inherit a curse casted by Victorian savages.
My ancestors are
Survivors.
Surviving through us
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