I’m going to take a tour of myself 

View this nation’s vast wealth 
Should I trust my eyes 
Or try to merely feel for the lies?
Whose hands have laid the stones
Buried the ancient bones 
Of those without names
Should I bury myself in their claims?
Their claims on my body 
Before I was aware it is their progeny 
Not in blood but in weight 
A natural depression weighing down my gait.