A taste and scent I know

I look in the mirror
I wonder who I see
I perceive and see back the eyes of my ancestors
Who and how many
As time goes on. As I meet persons whom evoke and revive some.
It becomes clearer but more crowded
Who do I follow
Who do I remember
Who do I forget
How do I honour them
How do I respect

In my food
In my hair
In my skin and in my breath
All I know are banana leaves and how the smell and taste

****
The cycle we go thru is stupid,
love aint natural too me,
im too hurt
yet you struck me as my cupid
never have I been the one too end a rotation
let our smoke last forever
because with you im high up in heaven
too bad I aint enough
I aint tough
I aint it
Mami said the **** is bad for me but I replied
"Nah it's just life is ****"

Ever since i saw the colourism
ive been trippin
just like colonisim we been forced
feelins
thinking were doing good like propaganda
this is just all fan fiction
i think were forgetting what we should be demandin
everytime i look back i feel wrong
you let a dark skinned brother
plug his gram;
rejecting a mixed sister
talkin about the plight of
the black man
too bad we here looking dumb singing the same ******* song
in reality we all are in the ****** wrong.

You made me happy,
manifested from the fear
of self isolation
you had already trapped me.
so sorry you had me