I am birthed
from an enslaved people
A royal people
of darker tones
of deep gold
I come from a cruel people
of pale hues
that ravaged me
and abused
my blood burns and aches
with clashing it shakes
me, to my bones
of people buried,
of faces forgotten
while it slipped through our memory
for peace of mind and better sleep
they learned to live in me
these ghosts, they swallow me
they teach me, they hurt me
they love me
I am theirs while they rumble inside my memories
while they shake my bones through history
I am birthed from several lands
I am raised by villages
I am taught by parents
whose worlds would never meet,
if these ghosts inside me were at peace
I am proof of the living
and a reminder of the dead
a descendant
of a people who refused to die
they speak to me
in foreign dialects
with foreign hands and foreign hearts
I'll never get to really know
they cry with me
because they are not with me,
physically
they wish it and want it
the humanity more human than they have ever seen
in family as bundled as me
I am birthed
by people who love
by people who hate
by people who thought
that that was the right way
whose worlds would never meet
face to face
until, they met me
I am birthed and I am breed
by people still learning to learn
these foreign hands and foreign hearts
whose eyes
more human than human ever seemed
as several lands
learned to love me.
