‘Everywhere I turn
there’s Africa…’
On Sundays
congregated with bronze veins
I sever my own body
for the dejecting lack
of spewing creole
knowing informally
that I was trying to win over
the wrong continent
& not the dull, evangelical
passages of
unison
Still
I taught myself ‘kind regards’
to sound colloquial
to articulate
all hemisphere’s of hair
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