“They don't sing. They don't dance. They know no songs and they have no poetry… Then how do they Heal?
How do I express the hurt of Spirit when there's no heart to hear it?
The soules of my ancestors sing lost songs;
The memory of these songs travel through the streams of my veins in hopes that I Heal. So off my tongue do poetry feel the air.
If I can't sing,
if I can't dance,
How can I Heal?”
Artwork by El Anatsui: Wisdom, 1974
