Kente

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Back rough like

a tree trunk.

My sisters stand

tall and proud

in the face of

cutting winds.


Kente,

a crown for

a queen.

The royal garment

of the Akan

and Asante peoples.


This basket holds

all of the love that

my sisters carry for

themselves.

For their people.


Kente,

a fixture of my

community that

connects us with our

homeland.


A gift from Mama,

to her children

across the sea.

Always keep and

remember her forever.

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