The Peace Behind Ethnicity, Part Two
so then
my grandmother asks why I sit in my grandfather's tree
she asks me
about chaos
what that might look like to me
but not everyday chaos
but the chaotic nature
that my ethnicity is somehow not connected to peace
and how could that be
so here I go
back reminiscing
and now tears fall
knots
in my stomach
i feel
I feel ancestral pain
it's all second-hand
but
it's overwhelming enough
I say grandma sit
sit in this
sit in this tree with me
sit in pop pop's tree
she tells me that she is rooted
in him
and she's
she's anchored
in him
and shes what about me
tears are shooting out of my eyes
cause' not only am I confused
I don't know what to say
so here I am now crying
sitting in my grandpop's tree
and then my grandmother
she comes up to join me
and she hands me a strawberry
Copyright © Chante Reeves | Year Posted 2018
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment