I find myself

That would be my native clothes

How far she walked

Killing game to fee myself

God will carry me when I trip

That would be my running from my demons.

Because my children is in my heart.

Because I never make a fire

Because first I have to love myself.

You will enter your mother’s home

Everything will release.

You will not wear a dress.

Yours kin dry, peeling and red.

The ground beneath you will open up

Each time you remember

You will earn a life adding layer on layer.