It’s Not All Black and White

The Sound of Her Voice

He said that we have the luxury of being free

From the generational trauma

That his race has known.

..

I hear this

and my mind wants to be ‘pc’

But my heart and soul are drowning

.

For some of us

The veil is thinner than this.

We too know pain

deeper than this lifetime.

.

There is a grief

Carried in my bones forever

So profound that I fear

If I meet it fully I will die.

.

From childhood

I would touch the trunks of trees

Alien to this landscape.

Bought from the shores

Of a place, this body has never been.

.

Yet, The moment

I feel that bark beneath my skin

Something ancient and infinite

Roars and heaves inside.

.

The heavy scent of earth

Rich and moist

Fills my senses.

I feel a strange yet familiar yearning for clan and land…

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Sometimes…

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