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them/ you / me / us
your body determined my birth
feet pounding the hot pavement
marching for a revolutionary
while supremacists profit from pain
monitoring the sounds of tires screeching
adjoined with contraction
while images of you dance
as i’m roused to fruition
untethered from and
made whole by
you
belly swollen
with the actuality of me
on that thundering hill
it took twelve months to recover from you
i feel you singing through me
see you in my likeness
were you wondering who i’d be
as i pushed you to break
and you forced me into the world
roots
i don’t have the luxury
to walk among them as human
my skin their greatest enemy
my culture their greatest acquisition
i sing
and i hear your voices
strength you grasped onto
a rickety bridge that led to me
your blood, pain, and courage
pulse within my veins
You
Didn’t
Let
Up
and neither will
I.