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Today, I remember my grandmother As she attempts to connect with her second children she finds the only english words she knows from somewhere hidden in the belly of her 4 foot 9 inch body and instead of awonke she greets us with "bye bye" beckoning us into her thin clay colored arms She has my mother's face etched with time peers at me me from eyes wide and dark like mine I walk into these arms, the ones that mothered my mother, taught her how to mother me inhale the history from her skin She reminds me of the little girl bow legged and


My jungleThe shower head is raining on me Im spitting my soul out Trying to figure out Which direction to take In this concrete jungle Where sharks and rats roam I try to fool every one with a smile But it only works for a while I am torn inside Everyone I try to please With beautiful words Woven into illusions A direction I cant find In this jungle of mine I show a shell of strength and determination But it is only filled with self-doubt and uncertainty That shell is wearing thin Soon will come the time For me to wake from my deep sMy jungle
setting sun
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Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering,
fearing, doubting ...(Edgar Allan Poe)
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