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
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