Poem: “My Cry is Lost in a Name”
Propelled in giving me damned names
They gave me unknowing roots
White with jewels of nakedness
Sights-silenced then demanded to catch shadows travelling aware in innocence
But as mixed up in trickery of my free roots
I found myself sucked by seed
I felt dressed in native trees
Then having urgency to wipe away white values I drunk healthyness
I learned more about my ended Shakespeare name coming back the snakes began attacking
Spears came travelling in my thighs leaving me
Rejuvenated
No more my damned name.… Go to Article