they run deep like the vines of a willow tree

my roots race across oceans, valleys

east, south & west

thru green, black & yellow my roots traveled from islands

they escaped execution on polish lands

sailing over to new beginnings,

willingly and forcefully….

my roots came from the motherland

from plantations my routes took north

& here i am.

so deeply embedded in me is everything

a blend of all directions like those same vines overlapping, crossing paths, intertwining

all for me

(thank you for the sacrifices

the pain that was endured

to make sure i could be here & fulfill what our higher power has placed within me)