Masks, hoods are off, The lashings are linguistic, Yet none less painful, POCs nurse their wounds, Tend their wounded, And prepare for next moves, Preparing for the inevitable next attacks
Mother, WRITER, artist, student, dreamer, civil and human rights activist,
humanitarian, minister in process, mystic, sentient being.
I write to remember; I write to discover; I write to understand; in order to be closer/higher/connected.
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