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
Whilst listening to water by selah
Contemplating the culture of being a mixed kid. All I eat, all I say, all I do, I wonder where it came from. I wonder who else has done it before me and if there are ways unknown to me that may help me live out my life. One thing I have become more certain of is that I wish to be around people who enrich my culture and help me embrace where ever it is I have come from and what I can become.