On the shore of Gorée Island
In the fullness of our mother's tongue
We spoke our names
The way the mothers
Before her
Whispered it
In nightly prayers
Daughter of Susie Lynn called Little, named after her mother Susie Lee, and her mother's
Name lost Ashe, and her mother's name lost Ashe**
Echoing
Through the stillness
Syllables
We used to recoil
Pressed our accents down
The way we begged the kinks in our hair
To fall flat monotone
Now, we savored each sound
That fell from the tip of our tongue
To our lips
Spicy, sweet like kelewele
Call us daughter
Call us by name
Call us daughter
Call us by name***