✧ bleu madonna ✧

"the return of sankofa" i speak in syncopated metaphors because i cannot grasp my thoughts. i speak my words with control because i cannot control this unknown thing that burns inside of me... se wo were fi na wosankofa a yenkyi. as i remember these words the past drifts in dizzily... to know and understand heritage to examine my current self — the world around me and how to better both... is to be as free as a bird //