Back rough like
a tree trunk.
My sisters stand
tall and proud
in the face of
cutting winds.
Kente,
a crown for
a queen.
The royal garment
of the Akan
and Asante peoples.
This basket holds
all of the love that
my sisters carry for
themselves.
For their people.
Kente,
a fixture of my
community that
connects us with our
homeland.
A gift from Mama,
to her children
across the sea.
Always keep and
remember her forever.