Undressed by the rain,
ancestors seem to whisper as they speak life into me —
ethereal and evergreen.
I wander free through the fog,
riding cycles of growth and decay,
shedding layers whilst forging paths through the dense forests of joy and melancholy, my seasons add light and dark to my taste.
Mind refreshed and body washed clean.
Lungs breathe the stars in through my skin.
Hands tucked deep into pockets full of solar powered soul —
that does not corrupt.
I dreamed a dream and witnessed the Exodus out from Babylon,
a worldwide movement of the African diaspora — awakened.
Traced my footprints and was welcomed back to the DRC, matrilineal bloodline pumped through the heart of Mitochondrial Eve.
On the pulse of twilight, the sky spills moonlight in through the space
between the leaves and branches of every tree we breathe.
I keep making my way through this epic adventure — right back to me.