She Carries the Culture on Her Back
Shirley Jones-Luke
Like Helen, you've launched a thousand ships some of those ships
carried your people away from the continent away from you
their backs were branded the mark appeared on your back
a true stain too great a burden to bear you tried to shrug it off
but it remained on your back like a shadow following your body
A thousand ships carrying your people you watched from the
brush tears streaming down your face flowing into the ocean
bitter water your people begged for a drink on those ships a drop
their captors would hardly give them a sip so many died
of thirst their bodies thrown into the undrinkable sea
You run across the sandy shore your feet burning your heart breaking your lungs straining
you wade into the water waist
deep you want to reach a ship to join your people a thousand ships & you cannot board
any the ships become dots on the horizon swallowing them into the sunset
You carry the culture on your back You carry the culture in your heart
You carry the culture in your womb You carry the culture in your soul
for generations after the culture remains in your eyes
on your lips in your mind You are the culture a thousand ships
become a million souls seeking you
Shirley Jones-Luke is a poet and a writer. Ms. Luke lives in Boston, Mass. and is a native of Dorchester. She has an MFA from Emerson College. Her work has appeared in Adanna, Deluge, Fire Poetry, and Vox Poetica. Shirley will be a participant at VONA and Tin House this summer.