John Williams, I am, though
John Williams is not my name.
This name, I was given by history.
Ships, roads and dogs,
All have been named more aptly.
Williams, where are you?
I’ve come to bring back your name.
Only then can I be a freedman.
I could take the name of a flower
If flowers only grew in such hard places.
Then I’d be known as sunflower.
And so I’m Sunflower, where from?
I don’t remember being African.
All I know is my roots are in slavery.
For Ray L Jasper