Working your fingers to the bone
The tears of your family and your ancestors
Invisible on the wall
Sew sew sew together
A destiny they tell you was predisposed
Ordained – you were never in control.
What are your influences
Which way do you go
Who should you listen to?
Do you even own your soul?
A white cold voice whispers:
1st generation Immigrant Girl
Pick your poison and go –
Family, culture, religion and sin
Men, sex and children and me
Women, sex and feminism and me
Pop culture, sex, romanticism of atrocities, the fetish of the dead and sexual black body
Who are my influences where do I go?
I wish for a rebirth
I wish to release this fire within my soul
I wish to be free
And not fear my body and the autonomy that comes
From fearing no one’s power but my own.
Image by Gold Maria Akanbi