Photography and Text by Leniqueca Welcome, Copyright 2016
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Fragments of Self
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We made something
We refused to name it
It is gone now;
‘It’ is gone now.
I want to name It
I should not wish to name It.
I go
I try to find It in this place.
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I hear there is magic here
I hear there is color
I hear there is life
I come here.
I try to find It here
I could ask someone if they have seen It,
If only It had a name.
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I see the color
I see her smile
I hear their laughs
I know they have seen it.
They possess it.
I know it.
I see it in her smile.
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I hear It in her laugh
It is rendered in the color
Maybe there is magic here.
We never named It
Maybe It felt un-owned
Maybe they call It by name
Here It must feel at home.
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It wanted to experience the magic
They say this place contains magic.
The orange is warm
The green is bold
The blue is calm
It must feel at home here.
It never settled with us.
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We made time fleeting
We turned our backs to It’s existence
We refused to name It
We denied It.
Of course It would eventually deny us.
I am a fool to search for It here.
What If I find It?
I will only be rejected.
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About The Author: Leniqueca Welcome is a native of Trinidad and Tobago, has a degree in Architecture, and is currently enrolled in the graduate program of Anthropology at the University of Pennsylvania. To read more articles by Leniqueca Welcome, go here: https://tonywardstudio.com/blog/leniqueca-welcome-black-men-for-bernie/