Heritage, what's that
I'm black
I'm black
I'm black
I'm black
I have no other answer
I draw blanks
Embarrassment
Confusion
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know!
There's this emptiness
Like something is missing
As though a continent shape hole
Was carved into my mind
Into my soul
I don't know
Who I am
Where did I come from
I WISH I could take a trader finger
And draw a map that charts where I began
I feel ignorant yet I pride myself in my knowledge
There isn't an index or glossary
For the uncharted
The unmentioned
The undeclared
The undone history
Of what I see in the mirror
My family looked at me with tilted heads
And squinted eyes when I asked how do you define tradition? What is our heritage?
One family member responded
Heritage, what does that mean?
So now I know that knowledge is beyond my reach and I apologized and left feeling defeated