Cape Coast Castle excerpt

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I dreamt of an old woman

I could not see her face

For I was she

 

I look down upon my hands

Dark and worn

 

Palms & fingers calloused 

from cotton I pick

She say

 

Worn clean through from carrying

heavy wicker baskets overflowing

with white woolly gold

born on a steamy morning still wet with dew

from my dripping brow

 

Springs form deep within

and flow red as pawpaw

 

The earth gladly drinks

and asks no questions

 

This I can remember

She say....