Kente

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.