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Cornucopias

Never had a knee on my neck.

Guess I can still sing.

Never had someone to protect.

Guess I’ll do my thing.

Never scared to wear a hoodie.

Guess I’ll wear something ( Read more... )

The other day

I spoke with my grandfather-

the one

who died before my birth,

whose

voice

face

name

I don't know-

it wasn't

a conversation

so much as it was

a castigation

sieved through

the unyielding divide

of our languages

of our cultures.

My father

was one of his eight sons

and so I too

learned how to live

with one-eighth of the love

a son is due.

I didn’t learn:

why ( Read more... )