If only they knew why my altar is so important.
I kneeled beside my bed and sensed his presence.
A man in a dark green hat suddenly standin’ beside me.
My great great granddaddy.
My hair had d*mn near shot up as he smiled at me.
Invisible to the pupil, dark red lashes ran down his back.
I kneeled beside my bed, carrying the weight of these generational curses.
The stomach-churning regret my grandmomma still feels to this day.
The way grandma Laverne still looks at my momma’s pictures,
melancholy.
She still feels like she didn’t protect her-
But as much as I told her, I didn't understand
Til the tsunami of sadness swallowed me whole,
peacefully presenting itself through me.
I kneeled beside my bed, becoming immersed in the aroma.
The Accent of cinnamon alcohol lingering in my room,
the sweet stench of Florida water and white sage-
along with the crispy burning of incense.
I kneeled beside my bed being guided by my faith-
Not by my sight.
Tears streaming down my cheek-
Falling onto white.
I sit there.
Asking my folks to help guide me,
Help me remove any low frequencies, people, places, or things.
Allow me to see what you see.
I kneeled beside my bed, flame in my heart and psalms in my mind.
Gently awoken by my visions, sun, and father time.
Veneration