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New York State,

Lenape to Mahican territory

and beyond.

I promise. I’m coming home.

August 10, 2015

 

Thinking on the dock of this bay 
(Bae)
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 
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 guide me home with the firm of your fingers imprinted on the small of my back. 
We were familiar, long before we met. 
Beloved, betrothed, 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 
8.10 4:30 AM flight to Oakland 

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