roots

my hair holds memories it hold unimaginable history roots so deep it takes me back to each curl as tight as our shackles the hairitage so vast like the sea that holds the bondage of those who just wanted to be free my skin is like gold priceless and warm it ripples in the sun it shows me home reflectant of the history that can never be lost my eyes like deep mahogany holds the rich memories countless and full and the rich pain that forever stares like my hair that sings such beautiful melodies and songs that will never grow old my lips so full touched with the prayers of the past i now get to see my nose a map like the tide goes back to those before me myself a living testimony to the black people living around me my hair is so deep like a willow tree full of history