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.
