I
Used To Glow
Not
long back
embers
danced
under
my skin
my
eyes were wild jewels
from
an ancient forest.
Strangers
praised
my
toes
my
hair curled and beckoned
like
a dark waist
doing
the samba.
This
is true
the
way heads turned
and
paths opened,
comfortable
in my
color
of Angolan earth
letting
sun fall
on
bare shoulders
while
bangles slid silver
m’bira
sounds down to delicate wrists,
Bangalore
incense dangling
between
fingers, I devoured languages
maps,
long flights and dinners with strangers.
Mojitos
manicures
dreams
and impenetrable sisterhood
wielding
our words like magic wands
believing
that sincere colours
and
strong will could turn
the
world right side up.
I
used to glow with
community,
Diaspora radiant under our skin
we
walked determined
to
leave beauty
for
our children.
We
were the children
being
reborn.
II.
Utilities
companies
did
not take kindly
to
finding poems
in
their windowed
envelopes
lovers
stumbled from
each
others’ beds
with
finality
sisters
found knives
in
their purses and backs
the
country found safety
in
the arms of another war
I
died a little.
I
grew wings.
I
sweat when I dream now
but
still believe
the
spell of right words,
strong
hands
and
circles
I,
We used to glow
and
sometimes,
when
we unlearn ceilings
and
run our fingers
through
the sky,
we
still do.
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