No cocktail works,
The bartender shook and stirred;
I asked him to add a few of my ingredients.
He filled me a pitcher with an umbrella.
I said my goodbyes and sat by the water.
Dusk turned to dawn,
The pitcher was long gone.
I closed my eyes and dreamed of a fairytale,
The sun came up and seagulls started squawking.
I opened my eyes and saw the sun.
Cheeks dried, sand on feet;
I stumbled back to where it began,
With daggers in my heart,
And images an effigy burning.
I keep living, I keep dreaming.
My body is Wakandan.
It refuses to just give up,
When my heart and mind,
Have given up and asked me to drown.