Poisonwell Diaries: The Ghost

Mama birthed me, Papa sold me in the land of weeping willows

Traces of sin trail miles across skin, I go by Never Forget

My body’s evidence of daddy’s pestilence spread across the land

His sin traces my skin, a path never forgotten

Nameless, nationless, I root where I am thrown

Centuries of science bloom from my womb, I be the world’s original balm

Without name, without place, I root at my command

My children captured, bound, and tricked...they only see this path

Your price placed pon this body, but my soul’s my own

Thefted bodies be not yours, bound mouths can’t speak Yes

My grandchildren no longer tricked destroyed their footprints pon this path

Your babies knew my nipple well, it’s what made me owned

Yet this kidnapped body be not yours, I neva gave you all this

An American nightmare of your making, unbroken beginning tethered to time

Your grand babies etched my body sayin it was theirs to own

A nightmare you crafted with lineage bound, souls tethered

My children’s children know the truth: You are because you took

In this land of possession, can you stay fed on snatched and looted?

My body bred many, memory embosses this land

Our children’s children’s children tell the tale Some debts can’t be paid

Disremember the archive, imbibe this truth,

Mama, who is she? Papa raped me and sold me down the river

I slit my throat and papa’s too to haunt this land of weeping willows