23 and me  Here’s an idea: a little bit of my spit will determine what language I could be speaking, what food I should be eating, what box I will be ticking. I have:Borders pre-coded into my skin, I have passportstattooed into the marrow of my bones, I have ancestral whispers twisted into the drumbeat of my heart, stories and smells and soundspassed down in skin cells, from warriorswhose bodie...

As I sit here enjoying the rainIn my carThat I'm paying offWith the weed that's been paying offAnd the music that's been playing onI can't help but hear of Youknocking on my memory Alive in my third eyeYou remind me that- I have to do something with where I've been placed in this life. Thank you I know you still enjoy her too. As she gave birth to you. But I know you too have come to grips-Gav...