i was born out of wedlock
thus, my father did not own me. said he waited for me to come out to claim me
my mother was young, i realize now, she was in a different headspace and wonder as a grown woman if we ever bonded, of what it took me decades to grow knowing, I doubt
I was my grandmother's Maria; and the Baptiste clan: uncles and aunts, cousins and great aunts
I was taken from that at seven
lodged into a family i had no emotional connection to; and in fact, learned what starseed, dropins, meant./.i was always different and alien to them and everybody. that has not stopped.
I grew up isolated emotionally separated and privileged in a family unit
I went to college and left my home
my brother died at 18, I 22
My mother died when i was 30, she 49
I lived in three different states before I started travelling the world
I traveled the world for a living as a development economist
Rolling stone story.. gathers no moss, connections, plants no roots
I lived in five states before I returned to Trinidad
In Trinidad, place of my birth, i discover what it means to belong no where not even to whom and where you were born; owing to the much moving and travelling and the sensibilities one develops and picks up from expansion
All through that movement...the things I have that remained: are things, nor persons or relations. Heirlooms, Jewelry, Boxes, Bottles, Paintings to mark the time, The Jewelry the most significant. Through my life i have received something from everybody; almost everybody. Nothing from Aunt Lilla,...but she came to me when she died. I suspect she did that for none other.
I am made to think on this...as I put on two gold chains that i integrated.linked, holding my childhood signet ring...my first.
Things not people have remained with me my whole life..
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