ETHNO-POEM | I AM A POET
A dying fire
Grown from bare feet and
bamboo canoes
A product of the love
my mommy didn’t give herself
Home is green
very green with calm waves and
plum rose running after mangoes
I see images of men painting
murals and drinking Guinness under a full moon
The noise of Garifuna trying to
rid me of this English tongue,
loud but not broken
When people earn my care and respect,
it is important for me
to give them an honest place to sleep
I seek to feel whole
So, the walls of my home and
my community become one
exclaiming solitude
and with each breath,
music
Voice of Cheyanne Alisha Smith
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