African Diaspora

African Diaspora

They celebrate and dance to the beating drum
Their gleaming skin screaming black and free
That same night skin, unaware for what’s to come,
As cruel paper whites transport them through sea

Sickness and sweat sweep the barbarous barred brown bowl
A chance to escape but behind--long lost relatives,
Green luscious Latino lands encompass their soul
Spanish syllables roll off their tongues--decorative

Now their presence lives immortally among us--a great impact,
Babies born in the lightest blackest shades of sun kissed gold
My heart reflecting the beating of the drum and their spirit—intact,
My blackness their suffering and my spanish tongue their triumphs untold

I carry the immeasurable tears and sweat of my people in my blood
As well as the taste of plátano maduro on my untamed tongue

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