I am neither happy,
Nor sad,
Tears of gold are not pouring on my shea butter skin,
They do not sing in delight of the sun,
Though there is a boost in my system when I see the sight of spring,
But I do not belong anywhere it seems,
I am my own,
Solitude confinement is all that i’ve known,
So maybe I will grow from it all over again,
Finding a place to call my own,
My people so far yet so close,
I will attract what I need,
I will find forgiveness within him,
His face planted into my eyes,
As if ironed to my memory,
I will grow anew,
As I eat from the fruits the earth has saved for me,
I will plant a forest for myself and the people,
My ancestors sew their seeds into my head as I sleep,
Enriched in their blood,
I will carry the light that never shone,
Oppressed women,
never will continue down my bloodline,
Only magnificent women with flowers in their hair,
and gold on their feet,
will sing from treetops,
Discovering the truths,
The Spring gives me hope,
The sun, all its clouds and moons praying over me,
I want to take a trip to the sea,
I want to find myself home again,