History Of How I was Born

I was born in a city My mother and her sisters swaddled me In the Egyptian cotton their Black brothers had picked from the plantations of my white ancestors My father floated me down the Nile River Where the sun burnt my skin golden olive Under my eyes grew the baggage of my people's struggles The Nile brought me to the rivers of Jamaica My hair curled with the waves of the waterfall Where I fell Back to the city I was born See, my blood is older than this skin Coursing through generations of Struggle, family, war and love Into this body Mixed isn't as black and white as black and white Many rivers flow through these veins So ask me again my ethnicity And with firm humility I will recount to you the history Of how I was born