From Africa to South Central or Gibnut Street, Belize City
This is how we came!
I was daughter
The second child of a third wife
With little to offer and nowhere to go
I was taken from the Ibo people
From the edges of the empire
The fifth moon of my thirteenth summer
Spent 4 sunless days in a box of stone
Somewhere on the western shores
Then 114 sunrises on a sea house
Sick and starved
Beaten and abused
My father died
My brother was beaten and hung on the cross
By his neck
Milawe jumped overboard
Many more were lost
On the Caliente’s voyage
I survived to survive
I am Magwe
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