i lost a whole continent.
a whole continent from my memory.
unlike all the other hyphenated americans
my hyphen is made of blood. feces. bone.
when africa says hello
my mouth is a heartbreak
because i have nothing in my tongue
to answer her.
i do not know how to say hello to my mother.
God knew I’d be dangerous if I had a smaller forehead, a softer face, a flatter stomach, straighter teeth, prettier feet, or noticeable dimples. But all these flaws have kept me humble and have taught me that confidence goes a long way.