Roots

When the world was built on sugar,

And all was mad, 

And Dahomey rituals turned over a French regime in the white capitalist bed of the Caribbean,

And black flesh sold like cheap, Chinese plastic,

And ancient foods criss-crossed unknown waters,  

And rape whitened brown and red flesh,

And Christianity found its stamp on peoples already one with God,

And brave, industrious maroons took to teal sea, marshy swamp, and lush mountains,  

I began my love with you. 

Copyright © 2012 Nichelle Calhoun

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