The women in my family have charms and secrets hidden in a hand me down box We do not talk about the contents inside, not a tale to tell twice Coats, sweaters, pants, and scars Slipping misfortunes under the lid, used tissues and words better left unsaid To survive, there are things that must be…
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Dial Tone
I want to be a number important enough to be memorized 10 digits, a call away no matter how many telephone polls are between us. The distance would be measured in syllables and smiles. No loss would ever matter if I can punch in numbers Hear the dial tone a thousand times and never be…
CONQUEROR
You stole every one of our stories, Chest blossoming with anger when we dare to claim anything. The locks that fed and grew Nations. You call it past when it comes to suffering but colonization history. Heritage only matters when there is a white face behind it. A history of preparing our women to be…
