Vision

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I hail
From two countries
With deep histories
Of violence
Whose burdens
And gifts
I carry
Each day

Green seas
Deep forests
Flit under
My eyelids
Pulled shut
As my body
Retreats home

Can I fathom
How multitudes
Of cells that
Create me
Could exist
Before I
Was born?

My skin
My hair
Belonged to
Many bodies
That have come
And gone through
This world

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