I west coast of Africa

An African post
stamped, on my heart, like
Oroonoko, dragged, against the sand and
desert slavery held in a hand
a prince. a giant
forced and raped with muscles
flexed
a princess Imoinda
complex
allow the man to grow, show
that the united states west Indians flow
against the rivers of the
tom tom drum, and bow
and arrow against
the confederate
infiltrate
remember the African King
fight against the native Siberians
Russian against the bearing
straight
Inuit
and then the white.
from the east of us, Spanish, English
against the all of the us
U s
a
i say
feeling poorer against
the east men, with pale faces
races against the east of
Atlantic and
where we came from, on slave ships
slipped and died on decks
to compete with Eastern Asians
who travelled within
one long longitude
we evolved from the same place
middle Africa
we sought each other out
for that is the sin
it is not all that far
this place
the being
West
Africa.