I forgot the beauty of the sun
As I found myself dancing at the glow of the moon
Busy flirting with forgetfulness nightmares
As I forgot how to speak my tongue
But remembered how to tango with the darkness.
Screaming on mountain tops
I faulted those who awarded crowns
& painted the earth red
for its murderous hands
dealt a hand of stubbornness
as the lessons of my fathers
seeded deaf soils
that my mothers mulching
seized to germinate yield.
Yielding to empty hands
but laziness
As I waited for my parents' store
to fill this belly of mine
uncandid wines & curses
their hands get stained
floating my freedom to ravage their stores
while I beat the chest with pride
of my identity-less.
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