Maiden voyage making my way
To the new world, so naïve
At four I didn’t know what
To make of an ice cream when
It was handed to me on deck
By the first black man I’d ever seen.
Standing frozen there next to mom,
I held on to it and her and watched
It melting as I mustered the courage
To move to the railing and throw it away—
I still don’t know what flavor it was
I was casting away.