I have spent decades digging my grandfathers’ bones,
I was told the graveyard is a the wealthiest place
Yet to discover my roots that were wiped by the storm of colonialism.
The rainbow was too ashamed to shine,
Stars too Black to be seem,
Words to heavy to be lifted.
Yet here I’m,
Going deep in the grave with my shallow words.
Hoping to find the bones still attached to the flesh with the soul kept within.
They have forced words down his throat
As they wrote in his head “RIP” John.
“Have you ever search for the death among the living?
Turning your GF a statue of your mom”
COZ I HAVE….
Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 1:49 AM UTC
I have spent decades digging my grandfathers’ bones,
I was told the graveyard is a the wealthiest place
Yet to discover my roots that were wiped by the storm of colonialism.
The rainbow was too ashamed to shine,
Stars too Black to be seem,
Words to heavy to be lifted.
Yet here I’m,
Going deep in the grave with my shallow words.
Hoping to find the bones still attached to the flesh with the soul kept within.
They have forced words down his throat
As they wrote in his head “RIP” John.
“Have you ever search for the death among the living?
Turning your GF a statue of your mom”
COZ I HAVE….
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