Ethnic Dilemmas 101
Do you know what this means...Diaspora She asks me if I know what this means Like the seeds of a dandelion Blown by the harsh winds of intention versus expectation I am a black woman and the seed Is the marrow of my spine The wind has caught in the thickness of my hair Lifting me to this place among pale faces Liminal Being She asks me if I know what this means When I catch the sea at high tide I will drift to my people in familiar waters T...
