Home is 12 years ago
12 years of living
breathing.
Home is never enough.
Welcome to my blog: a non-linear tale of the adventures of an African child in the 21st Century. To learn more about my story or why I titled this blog, The Warm Fruit, click here.
the Louisiana sun still licking my back
where Alton Sterling’s had kissed the earth
Philando Castile’s name
ripe on my tongue
mourning waiting to be birthed
It was one of those quirks you never stop to consider; an entire lifetime spent licking spoons before setting them into bowls without knowing why or even how. I'm not a spoon licker (of course).
Too young to know of the love that seeps into your bones cradling your best and worst parts so that you don’t know whether it is love or hate that oozes out of you ...