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Poetry + Ancestors

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I ask my mother
can you take me to the past
I want to meet my ancestors
to understand at last
who they
— are
and why my heart ticks
this way
not knowing the very rumination
is a summoning
for the glory
— in the cities they built
from sweat
and stone
of the purity
in the hands that
caught babies birthed
through blood
of brown gravy mixed
with a little maybe
— I asked my mother
can you show…




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