A letter to my ancestors
Who are you? Where are you from? What's your native tongue?
Are your earlobes stretched like mines? Is your hair cut like mines, with the hair in the middle? Do you have tattoo markings like mines? Are you looking for me and others that are looking for you?
All I know is that you slaved on fields and houses for a person's labor.
I really feel alone being that I don't know who I am, where my ppl are from and the little history I know is they lived on this land.
Your native tongue is gone, I'm lost. The stories of your journey here is lost. History of my family is lost. I don't know who I am.
All I know is I'm from a blk woman and a blk man, but who are my ppl? What did they teach? Who did they call upon? I'm trying my best to keep find out who my ppl are but my family doesn't care. The mental breakdowns over this is taking a toll on me. Sitting and writing in silence to you all, wondering are you reading my letters.
All I have is this rootwork magic. Am I doing this right? Is the only language you left for me and others who are lost?
