There is something lovely 

in salty tears

in a sharp pained chest

in a crooked smile.

I come from a soiled root

decaying Earth

Intergenerational habits

My mother, her mother, her mother...

I am thirsty. 

My throat aches from continuous 

yelling.

Can you hear me?

Who are you anyway?

Guide me mother.

I need you. 

How can soiled roots grow a garden?

There must be soul food present

Pleases tell me

I am hungry.

My belly is full of everything I don't want. 

Expel this

Rip my skin into shreds

Is it in my hair?