Writing War, Writing Memory

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By June Jordan

Peace never meant a thing to me

My mother told me I should put away
the papers and not continue to upset myself
about these things I could not understand
and I remember
wondering if my family was a war
going on
and if
there would soon be blood
someplace in the house
and where
the blood of my family would come from.

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