I was born in the wrong world I was born at the wrong time
In my world you could peer into the waters So clear that you could see all the way to the other side of the universe the constellations curving around you in a big bang hug
I was born into the wrong world In my world you could scoop up the dirt Taste it Eat it Drink the soil On occasion To commune with the souls of the ancestors To remember the electricity of the big bang
I was born into the wrong world A slave to humans who thought they could enslave everyone and everything And I was the soil, I was the stars, I was unbreakable, i was another world that will implode this wrong world You will return I will return together even if it is on my back my skin branded my land demolished my past scuttled (but not for long) to the world where our roots will be the stellar grid where our language will be the banner of the wind where we will dream by gazing at the stars for 500 years to see again the world in place again where we will weave our lives with maize squash beans muddy embraces . . .