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“Mama exhorted her children at every opportunity to ‘jump at de sun.’ We might not land on the sun, but at least we would get off the ground.” -Zora Neale Hurston, Dust Tracks on a Road, 1942
They said come to America.
Take opportunity and grow.
Take opportunity to prosper.
Mummy said I’ll go,
and like lava soaked diamond
the world will crack me
open. I’ll be worth something
more than I could be
in oil stained soils
dripping red from greed.
Flee from this achromatic calling
a woman must heed
and give birth to in the dust.
No, “Go! Go! Go”,
she cries. “You must!”
I pack her unborn dreams,
the seeds she never planted
and crossed an ocean
to have my wishes granted.
Mummy, I have arrived.
This place is not easy.
Much work to do
Before I can shine.
Mummy, “Ese gan.”
Mummy, Thank you.
This is no easy sacrifice.
“Mon ‘ife e”- I love you.
© 2014 Leenadria