Where do you come from?

Do I come from the land of my forefathers
Or am I the daughter of the soil

Nourished by the land of which I’m taught to toil

Or maybe I am a daughter of the moon connected in spirit

Where do you come from they ask?..

I am the daughter of a self employed man

I dare say from my mother’s womb

Where do you come from they ask...

A little planet called earth

I am a human..

A girl that grew into a woman

I am the daughter of the soil

Dipped in melanin,

I come from a land that flows with milk & honey

Africa my beloved
My heart
My home
This is who I am.

7/5/19

If time is a racetrack,
This lap is far from over.
If time is a river,
I’m swimming against it like a maniac.

One day I’ll be out of time.
Which is sad, but by that time,
I’ll have to say, “bye,” to that time,
It’s lost; I can’t buy that time.

If time is a classroom,
I’ll always be tardy.
If time is a party,
I’m hiding in the bathroom.

I’m powerless to overhaul,
I can’t fix it – certainly!
Life goes by so slowly,
But I can’t remember me at all.

If time is my master,
My contract will always remain.
If time is a drop of rain,
I’m dry ground circled by water.

Plot twist- I’ll live forever,
Yet time affects me and my effects,
I continue, while it’s rule infects.
Oh, Lord how much longer?

If time is an elevator,
I’m opposite the top.
If time is a mop,
I’m the unfortunate floor.

Comparatively, I’m very young,
But I’ve always felt for “this generation,”
Treated like fools in corroboration.
You with experience, hold your tongue.

If time is a book,
I read the first and last page.
If time is a cage,
I’m in it, like a crook.

Can I be alive again
She asked her reflection
Can I go to heaven
She asked the one considered golden
Can I move on
She asked again
And she kept asking questions