The red paint had cracked along the spine of the wall
A trail of blood chips led me to this corner
Forehead finds itself laden with soft bruises
I think she gave herself a good pounding
Memory only resurfaces in spurts
Numbness lingers pleasantly
The skin that surrounds the ankles that brought me here is torn
Sewn together by black skinned people who have turned to dust long ago
I forget to inhale my freedom
Instead I wallow in grace
Blinded by yesterday and tomorrow
Absent today, absent inside
Fingers graze sanguine spines built by workers with black hair
and black eyes
i ingest what they left behind
my head is hurting
and my eyes are burning
i havent see the sun since my mirror broke
i call out to my jamaican mama
she cant hear me
but she answers anyways
"how far have you gone child?"
i answer
"mama i have gone to the end of the earth looking for it,
i have gone below the ocean and into space,
i have gone to the depths of darkness and ive gone into the blinding light."
this is how a part of me ended up here.