Through these melanated eyes I stare back at myself
I am not sure I know what I see
The rug has been snatched from underneath my feet
The moment I realized I knew nothing prior to the transatlantic slave trade
The moment I realized I didn’t know myself
I didn’t know the power that runs through my veins
I didn’t know of the arsenal of Gods I walk with daily
I didn’t know that my strengths were also my self imposed limitations
I didn’t know how much confusion laid dormant in my subconscious mind
I felt this burning sensation rise up in my solar plexus
Release hit me like the first time I told myself brown skin was ugly
Everything I thought I knew was a lie
But even on the road to finding my truth I still feel a little lost
I know that this is only temporary
And in due time I will come to know harmony
I am beginning to remember
But I’m not yet ready to fly