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By bhi
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“Made in Vietnam”
“Assembled in India”
“Country of Origin – Mexico”
Indentured rising in these t’s and shirts
Tortured hands picking the cotton balls
Separating the strands
carding
combing
blending
The pull of muscle the ache down from
Descended slaves
Memory dormant in their malnourished flesh
Broken by the knotted whip
Blood noose tattooed necks behind the sun
That betrayed
Shadows within shadows
The faces of the first chained and bartered
My DNA remembers all
But we will not be like our ancestors
Our language buried
Songs broken in the wind of a new tongue
Now breaking free riding the solar rifts
The whisper of the universe
Runs through our children
The future humming into the rhythm of the present
And We are 100% pure
We
Us
We Us
We
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"Now breaking free riding the solar rifts
The whisper of the universe
Runs through our children"
yes, and finding solutions to help people, unlike some other space programs. I love the sweep of history in this poem, the sense of MAKING the power to do things differently, better.
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This poem traverses time so
This poem traverses time so well denoting a past built on immoral practices. The last lines are soulful and optimistic. Beautifully done. Congrats on the well deserved POTD. Paul
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