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A story as old as Time:
Poor people pushed around by rivers.
Muddy waters churning memories —
Juggernauts praised and despised.
They’ve been male, female;
Yellow — Red — Green:
A mighty one takes from Black families.
Cold, once gelid waters
Rush with planet carving might.
Proud people wielded hunger and drive;
They escaped its Old Man wrath,
Its endless, uncaring flow.
This cruel water avatar
Cradled America’s soul —
A story as old as words:
Los ríos son mis poetas favoritos*.
*rivers are my favorite poets.
