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“African and Caribbean people arm in arm, separated by water, but bonded by blood and history.” — Aniefiok Ekpoudom
we carry the ocean in the brown of our eyes
we are lighthouses gazing longingly — searching the night
we trace tracks from dried tears — each one unjustified,
then, for the briefest of moments — tucked inside the quiet of the sky, we hear echoes of spirituals and every star sighs
Authors note: The quote at the top that sparked this poem, is from an article that appeared in The Guardian newspaper on the 7th March 2019.
