Like fish caged for consumption,
My speech is a slave to my master.
Freedom of speech for ancestral
slaves of the new-kingdom.
I sit as king, the consonant in the
midst of vowels. I move like salmon
in a room full of hungry vultures.
My culture infiltrated so much it
softened like water in stiff clay.
Lineage ancestry broken from the stem.
All I have now is my colour as the
proof of my roots