Brown with almond shaped eyes
Heated pacific blood with tahitian drums for a pulse

Neither asian nor islander
Neither loved or hated

I am afloat --

Where is my voice?  I lost her a little ways back

She fell out of my pocket and I am a-sea

I am alfoat

I can
tttttttttttttt

find my way backward because
the past is gone

and the future ---

ten thousand possibilities before me

Where IS my voice?

She guides me this way and that.

I lost her just a few seconds ago

But decisions are pressing --

Which direction from here?!

I'm changing and if she remains unfound,

My voice will be gone.

The ocean calls and the drum of my heart is LOUD

What does this mean?

Speak white, act white, be successful

But love fled and  -- no, no, no -- not this cliche again

Where has my voice gone --

my eloquent pen, my white canvas paper friend?

They are all strange now. 

My old words seem wrong.  I am not me.

I am standing on a peak of uncertainty

With my words and voice gone

Friendless and loveless

Should I not be....

AFRAID?

What is this feeling  ---

winging inside my lungs?

What is this feeling -- oh my --

Is it?

Could it be?

FLIGHT.