Discovered my roots
the other day
Pulled them out
from my foundation
Sat down on my bricks
and began to pray
Not for salvation
or some kind of
fake reconciliation
But for a hope
to understand
every part
of every root
that this confused man
stands on
To connect the
blurry lines
of my connection
to every other root
that isn't mine
And at some point
some point in
your time
or my time
to have an explanation
to pass down
that twisting
turning
blurry
line.