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  • Writer's pictureAmani Olugbala

Dock of the Bae

Updated: Dec 8, 2023

Thinking on the dock of this bay


You love me

Tattooed in your tears is our destiny

you clutch me tight,

Like hands that repeatedly lost their love and dignity

to the bowels of chattel slavery

I'm coming home baby

I promise,

I love you.

We were built for each other.

Carefully weaved in the kink of our curls

Links to trails

and tears

and tribulations not our own

bodies that bled for us

The Spirits that wrote this song

I promise I'm coming home,

And ...

...I finally know.

I finally know,

Lessons of our History finally purposeful,

Our love an act of resistance and graceful salute to staying true to our roots

Buried deep beneath dysfunction

Diasporaed across complexions

that don't mean a thing

That don't mean a thing!

but also are everything,

Mahognated affirmations for those assassinated for their melanin

So I will paint you in broad strokes and leave you much room for error cuz,

no matter what was left behind

somewhere between home and the shores of our heritage

you never seemed to lose the twist of our tongue in the pilgrimage

Never seemed to forget how to catch me as I stumble my way to sage,

wobbling to wisdom,

falling ever so slightly from grace

and to guide me home with the firm of your fingers imprinted on the small of my back.

We were familiar, long before we met.



bedazzling black.

I have loved you in and out of time and of that I will never grow tired.

I love you.

I promise I'm coming home

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