21. London After India

London After India

when I disembarked london from india the first thing I could see was how white white skin appeared to be, leered at me, ghostly in alabaster

I felt how the first black man, the first red man, the first yellow man, the first brown man, the first indian felt seeing all those white skins disembarking shorelines of sea bearing ships of bad tidings

when I disembarked london from india it was eerie seeing the numbed pace they moved

my breath breathing again polluted air of heirs of entitlement

my eyes seeing again their leer at me, to remind me they are the most important things my eyes would see

they invaded me, speaking louder than need be in their “ listen at me, listen to me ” tenor and tone on i-phones teleporting the importance of alabaster

look at me - they stood heirs of dominion over everything blue eyes could see of black and brown, of yellow and red

look at me – saying without saying I am god to gods and king of kings

when I arrived back and disembarked london from india I was shocked, staggered the dark reminder reminding me, telling me I was just black with dominion over nothing everything dark eyes could see