POETRY
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I hear the whispers of my ancestors
Telling me to come closer
Hold onto every word and listen carefully,
Lean into your greatness
You, I, we
Are power
“i.
home is where the heart is
then where is my heart then?
here?
or there?
or somewhere completely irrelevant?
when people ask me “where are you from?”
I say “here”
“but where are you really from?”
where
I do wonder
where am I really from?
I do not know
where is
home
I am still looking”
My mother and father speak many languages.
They speak in labor every day.
A language of aches and exhaustion.
A language that leaves and returns.
Leaves and returns.