American Afro Tree
My imagination is irrepressible
when I look at the masterpiece,
the paper with the rainbow tree on the wooden crate,
hanging on my unpainted cement wall.
It blooms natural beauty of tangled leaves;
green intertwines with yellow, red intertwines with brown,
difficult to separate
or sweep away by wind
just as my bushy hair exudes
security and unity in my identity.
The tree plants deep,
the roots blinded from its beautiful leaves
just as my land-of milk and honey-casts me away
from my unenjoyed dessert.
But the tree stands tall,
radiating with its diverse colors,
attracting the birds to feed on it
just as I stand tall
on the platform of unity
to bring back what has been buried too deep,
to bring back my American afro tree.