Art. Feminism. Femme Fire.
Tracing ancestry is a bit of scientific fact and a lot of myth. What is most true, can be called memory.
Tracing ancestry is about leaving room for what is.
Tracing ancestry is about making do with whatever we have left.
I know that free black women from whom
I have been given this blood, have lived here.
Those who have moved on
still call this place home.
We travel to a place
someone called home.
When the line begins to fade,
we fill it in with negetaive space.
When I drive into Warrenton,
I realize that there is no sense of pilgrimage
for this home going, just an arrivala shrug of, here I am.
The here I am of my mother who was the only cousin that could not pass for white at the movie theater.
The here I am of my great-grandfather
going off to vote,
and my great-grandmother
worried for his life
back home on the farm.
Another Here I am.
It can never be for nostalgia's sake
Nostalgia is a lie that does not make room
for the loss of ancestry.