Poems from/for/on Guinea-Bissau

Airport - Lisbon

A thousand thoughts flood
my thinking space.
The physical diversity of people
flying to the same country,
the events that caused
their permanent departure
draw them all back home
for the holidays. I am a part of them.

My ancestors kidnapped
so their African sweat
could raise America’s crops,
build her roads and cities,
so African sons and daughters

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