Grace

Dec 3, 2021

This place of a thousand hills,
this place of thousands of lives spilled,
because someone drew lines,
measured heights and noses,
created differences no one saw,
while others tried to show
how similar we were to gorillas,
to understand our origins -
sharing 98% of DNA,
such close cousins a sneeze
could wipe out whole families…

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Dec 3, 2021

grown men’s tears
well, swell and fall
in my presence
like water beads
bubbled up by salt
sprinkled on courgette and aubergine,
bleeding out of
purple and green
bruised and battered hearts,
pushed out by love
always -

love
for a girlfriend
love
for a mother
love
for a daughter
love
for commitment
love
for sacrifice
love
for loyalty
love
for music
love
for dance…

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Dec 3, 2021

she’s been planning this day her whole life,
poured her wedding dreams
into sage green cream silk cushions,
fairy lights, hay bales,
real dried flowers in woven baskets,
hot tea and scones,
fresh cream and strawberries,
little nigerian chinchins,
sparklers and dancing
under the perfect full moon

love is patient,
love…

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Aug 28, 2021

I see the graceful swing
of his smooth locs first,
stretching like fingers
down his muscled back;

easy sway of hips
strutting down the road,
working his orange high-viz
like it was amber-encrusted;

dustbin smell trailing behind
like gooey-eyed fangirls
begging for just one selfie,
a treasured autograph.

reggae tune…

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Aug 28, 2021

I see an old black man
walking slowly in a park
and think — YES
for you are used to forests
leaves green, bright, fresh
- no crispy edges -
and all the birds.
Lord
what a crazy thing it is
to be alive in this world -
all these preoccupations,
and the trees keep singing…

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Grace

Grace

Traveler, poet, educator, yogi, activist, artist, writer, British-Jamaican Londoner living in Ghana https://soundcloud.com/gracelouisewood