Your body tells a story of tradition
Fingerprints a map of your peoples’ past
Wrinkled palms show the mountains and
valleys that surrounded your great grandmother’s village
Hair a waterfall down your back,
pouring life like those in your mother’s land
Holder of history.
Hope in true form.
Every mole a marking
serving as reminders that
you are made of generations of magic.
You are sacred.
You are your ancestors embodied.
All parts of you passed down from predecessors
Living proof that they survived.
This is how your being is never ending.
This is how you know you are infinite.