To move is to be human

Beyond the catalogued hierarchy of who has the right

Beyond the skin we inhabit for which we must now

answer wherever we go

Beyond the shapes of faces that mark the heritage of

land from which we are sprung

Beyond the sounds out of our mouths

Accents questioned

Is a truth - you, me and those who came before are

now a part of an evergrowing tapestry of stories

We are here

We are somebody

We are citizens of everywhere

Of rivers, mountains, trees, sand and sky

Lean back, move forward

— An African in the snow, Sabrina Richmond