yesterday i had the weird thought that i was child of my mom and her ghanian beau in charleston after the divorce who had travelled in time back to my inception to provide the seed of my future.

i didn't feel white. it may have been the desire for distancing. i didn't feel like the spawn of my fatha, even though i had the same mole on my left side and slumped the same (straiten up, muthafucka!)

but i wanted to be the collective son of the ghanians and though i was young and naive it was not just for their peanut butter soup. i wanted to be souled. wanted to be real.