gonna go somewhere
gonna go gonna go
and find my core
where i thrive and am molten hot with
passion and life
. me is existing sans
frontiers
no mirrors in my way
to examine theme
cuz me is seen
me will be cultivated
among a field of other me's
who thrive
and are also molten hot
with passion inside their cores, also -
below false deceiving mantles that
tell them no too -
growing up tall and reaching past the
sun - all of us me's will grow
to us's apex 0
and then spread molten seeds that
fall and melt on a new patch
of cold earth, warming the new
cores and breaking past the
mantles -
igniting a new and ready set of dried
passions that will grow to do the same.
The Gullah tradition of making baskets along the Lowcountry region of the US (from which my dad's dad's family originates) has been alive for over 400 years on this side of the Atlantic. Each basket is made by hand by women and men who have been taught the unique technique by preceding generations. The distinguishing style of weaving using palmetto leaves, long pine needles, bulrush, and sweetgrass is identical to the techniques used by Fulani, Mende, and Mandinka peoples of modern day Sierra Leone, Liberia, and Guinea (serving as a testament to the perseverance of African culture in the midst of slavery/attempted cultural genocide). Though these baskets are often prized for their beautiful artistry, they are still used as everyday household objects among many Gullah families, as they are in Liberia, Sierra Leone, and Guinea.
