by Joshua Effiong Nathan Dumlao dear white brethren/do you ever think about the thickness of my accent?// do you ever wonder why my larynx wasn’t enslaved too?// here in this cold room/i begin to untangle the names of my fathers/& brothers/& mothers/& sistas from the cloak of intergenerational trauma//i begin to oil wounds/dem libraries of memories/& beautifying of dem scars as receipts for survival//last night/i allowed my spirit wander through the city of Minneapolis/to rel