How can we go forward
if we continue to look back
We are taught that we
come from slaves
So we can always feel like we lack
Only reminded of
Hounds and lynchings
fire hydrants
Grieving
We never go beyond
Shackles and chains
To before the Amastad
and educate about our name
Indigo
also known as Africa
Never been there
So I cannot discuss
It's true meaning
unless i think about
my
Great
Great
Ancestors
Who were sold into
Slavery
a vicious
brutal cycle
That forces me to become disconnected
feeling rejected
by the land I once called
Mother