Passport bro

I was brought to life

First

by his tight grip

hot palm

the fever

to me: weirdly moving

primary, in his expansive taste

squeezing soil

wearing paths

clinging to the earth 

tightening me up

eating me drinking me 

very near and dear to alcohol

slurping slurring

because I’m the brutish one

wealth beyond their supervision

their colonial thread

sticking to my

wivelyhood

from other to their own

Second

polished seed

eaten through and through 

the tree that still gives up

the fruit