Black in the Philippines

we bring the black
with us from our
neighborhoods

we bring the music
of our skin and bones
and the moving ripples
traced across our bellies

we bring it back
we bring it front
we bring it black

in the Philippines
in the mall
in the line
a black man’s
eyes meet mine

some sort of recognition
closes the gap between
us

waiting to get an
ice cream cone,
he says he’s from
the Bahamas

his daughter is
in his arms, her
head rests on his
shoulders

she smiles her
father’s smile as
he tells me he is
with a church

spreading what ever
it is that it
spreads

and we are in
the Philippines

and my blood
is black too,
like my mother
like my great grandmother
and grandfather

and we bring
the black with
us, from the Bahamas,
from Frisco

it comes out
and goes back in
and comes out
and goes back in
and comes out

breathing

(c) 2017 Tony Robles

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