Memory Keeper

Memory Keeper

Memory Keeper

A Juneteenth Poem by Janel Cloyd

I am a survivor 

of mothers who prayed so hard 

on their hands and knees that

I was born with black knees and calloused hands.

 

I am the smooth brown wood 

of their sandpaper rubbing life.

 

I am the caw in the throats 

of their black crows rising.

 

I am the one that remembers the women 

that line my ovaries. 

 

I feed them tupelo honey and rum.

In return they eat my fibroids, 

burp,

whisper to me that I am beautiful.

 

I love the memories

of who we were.

 

I Love the reality of who we are right now.

We are African and Incredible.

 

I love the ancestral women who lay over puddles 

so my feet don’t get wet.

 

I love the old ancient ones who call out

my full name every morning 

with honey-throated love

dripping from thick Black women lips, 

their tongues,

heavy with our native languages

to wake me inviting me each day to begin again.


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