AfricanaStore

Walking by the Africana Art Store in the strip mall -

Looking through the window at the masques,

And spears,

And cowrie shells,

And the statues carved of ebony hung on the wall,

I can smell the shea butter and I have the faintest taste of sweet potato on my tongue.

As my heart begins to vibrate

To the beat of Djembe drums sitting

On the shelves inside -

My heart is reminded by the inventory,
Of what it feels like
to be

an IMPORT.