I remember these long
drives
down the African coastline
all our belongings shoved
in the back
with the smallest of us
I'd figured then
that she could not reach me
the sheer distance would
break this horrible bond
from that woman
I felt as though I was a fugitive
running, but chasing at the same time
chasing something that could
love me
right.
it was the first time then
that id realized
that.
that I was running.
along the African coastline
the open ocean collects
warm bodies and such
trash and all alike
I remember stepping on cigarettes
ash and butts
along the African coastline
we march and roll slow like
those cigarettes
I remember that beautiful ocean
not threatening at all
just powerful in its beauty
Somalia will love me
Somalia will cherish me
Somalia will not **** me
for I am among the others
now
but how I was wrong
even then, even there
she could still reach me...
for she was inside of me
anyways
buried deep in my mind
like a parasite
and I was her host
for this evil.