The First Time

I don’t know how you see me, but when I close my eyes I see me barefoot dancing through fields of lush greens that border black sand beaches scorched by the equatorial sun. Animated by drums beaten with black hands that sing praises and send messages to black souls, my body vibrates to the primordial rhythm with no inhibitions. There, I am at home in my mother’s mother’s mother’s womb traversing childhood memories long since buried beneath generations of trauma. I am as light and as free as I was in the very beginning. There are no savages in my visions…only indigenous, aboriginal melanated Afrakan folk like me.