Chasing Ghosts
Chasing fantasies
Who said ghosts are white floating spirits, they wear dark black skin like me
Who said they only appear in the dead of night?
I have them live each day by my side
Supposedly, they’re my family
As we grow seeds through remittance
The land beneath our feet craves sustenance
The ghouls of my past are under me
To fit into a place unseeming
Without a life jacket
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Still we float and gasp for air
We found from the lungs of our voice
The familiar burn of our cold fingertips
And the seasons that show its cycles with our hair
The great divide in the great beyond
The body remembers how to weave and sing similar song
Without it who knows when I would ever see my kin again
Who knows when my kin would have the chance to talk about the unique experience of snow
Or the difference between West African rains and European Summers
From 2026 edition of A.i.R Artist Residency in collaboration with Kadi Jatta & Lewis Moody.
~Chasing Ghosts. An oeuvre by Saros Grey.
