Grown in the grace
of the old shore's
malarial embrace.
Twist of her fate
and a passing storm,
I was bathed in streams of cortisol:
-- runs in the veins, flows.
I've been known to feel like I've been swallowed whole.
Sunken, raw, I'll only weigh you down.
Numb from the day I was brought home
to the island where the blood boils.
-- runs in the veins, flows
as something ingrained.
I've been known to feel like I've been swallowed whole:
born into civil war.
