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
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.
