where i come from
Posted: August 7, 2012 Filed under: Poetry, Uncategorized Leave a comment »Choosing your own name is a righteous tradition
for black people
a movement
closer to Africa
to our ancestors.
I’ve thought about it
but I’ve always secretly liked my name.
Francis
chosen by my mother
my strength
taken from my great grandmother
whose great grandmother was a slave.
Francis
the ‘blackymore maid’
an african womyn
who rebelled against her slavery
during the transatlantic trade.
My name comes from warrior womyn
who guided large bodies of water
against currents of domination.
Freedom in their movement
in their determination to live
and I have gathered enough years on this soil
to want more than just living.
I want to feel in my whole self
what it might be like
to know love.

