Mr. Africa Poetry Lounge!
BACK TO THE PAST
At times even blessings will bleed us.
There are some who lost their lives
& those who were lost from ours,
Who we might now reenter,
All our someones summoned softly.
The closest we get to time travel
Is our fears softening,
Our hurts unclenching,
As we become more akin
To kin, as we return
To who we were
Before we actually were
Anything or anyone-
That is, when we were born unhating
& unhindered, howling wetly
With everything we could yet become.
To travel back in time is to remember
When all we knew of ourselves was love.
Written by Amanda Gorman
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