my roots are buried deep in the grounds

of the amazon rainforest,

yanked up and skinned

prepared for the american society

i was born in chicago

but i dont remember a thing,

only knowing that it snowed on my birthday

my roots are buried deep in maryland,

where i’ve lived for most of my life

but i feel no loyalty,

no strong desire for crabs

(maybe some old bay, though)

my roots are buried nowhere

floating in the sky