Some days
I cannot help but wonder
What I have become
They have thrown this darkness
At me and squeezed out
Every ounce of innocence from me
What have I become?
A shadow of myself?
Being black is surviving the aftermath of a forced marriage
between two songs that should have never been played together.
One song has rhythm, the other doesn't.
One song is a tale of late-night stories underneath the moon
and the softness of grandma's voice.
This song is a fusion of afrobeats, highlife, coral beads, cultural dances,
a communion of tribes and languages,
a coming together of kings and queens.