Home Sweet Home
In Africa, I feel like the sky is closer.
The sun is closer.
The stars are closer.
My dreams are closer.
Far past grateful I am tremendously blessed.
I feel at ease, at peace.
I feel like I’m home. Physically and internally.
A part of the majority.
Everywhere I look, someone looks like me.
Why did we ever have to leave?
The answer to this question enrages me.
Slavery.
I wish you were never a part of me.
Slavery.
Learning how to accept
the things I cannot change.
It’s not easy.
A lesson in forgiveness.
I cannot forget.
I can only forgive.
It’s a process.
Forgiveness.
My loved ones, I wish you were here.
One day, we will return home.
We will be freed.
Under these conditions,
we will free our minds of being conditioned.
Free at last.
We will know the truth.
We will return to our roots.
To Africa, I sincerely love you.
