My ancestors were slaves
Not all but I bet you I can name their names
In a dream
For that is when they speak to me
First stop Santo Domingo
Christopher Columbus you are so evil
500 year curse is lifted
yet the after-effects still feel lethal
Why is that?
Why do I feel their pain as if I was whipped in the back?
in a world that can now be beautiful for me
Im left feeling so lost about my identity
if I stayed in the motherland
maybe I wouldn’t feel as lost as I actually am
Nocturnal Reflection 