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Friday night
Alone in my room
Home and away
From everything and everyone.
I get a text
Late at night
It’s from a good friend
Dear whom ever you might be,
I am the offspring of nature and the sun
My parents call me their son/sunflower.
My parents are exotic, foreign,
I’ve always been an outsider looking inThrough television screens, the internet, everything,Guyana is and always will be my homeBut America is where I need to be
Hello, my name is
"Chinese"
"Japanese"
"Dirty knees"
"Look at these"
"Criss cross"
"Apple sauce"
"Do me a favor and get lost"
"thank you for flying!"
seatbelt latches snap open
briefcases are hoisted into the air
a ruddy-cheeked boy's hand is yanked
into the aisle
all at once
containment is impossible
Just as the music pours out of an instrument
The messages through all beautiful languages spill
The beauty of the roll of the tongue
onto paper or as an accent in the wrong language
connects us all
The traitors of the past were never washed away
They have procreated and created the haters of today
They continue to feed of negativity
And deter you from accomplishing any relative impossibility
My mind speaks louder than my mouth
Overloaded with plans and memories
Trying to figure out a way out of this mysteries.
I wish I could rewind
And empty this mind
I guess that what we call life
