Children of the Colonized

I won't apologize

for being a child of the colonized.

I won't apologize 

for the tortured spirits  

that suckled me. 

I won't apologize for the bitter milk

of the survivors of Biafra

for their wild eyes

fast fists

paranoia

and distrust.

I won't apologize for fear

woven into my spine

by starvation and humiliation.

Nor will I apologize for teeth

twisted between gnarled branches

33 years off the ground. 

 

I will only ask forgiveness  

from the sky

for how feverishly

I climb her.