My feet feel raw today Raw from the rock floors and muddy paths they have crossed The comfort of the keyboard And the scroll of the screen Paling in comparison with the alive ruggedness of the land With its cycle of death and birth Not in the distance But right up close This place is not my home The land is Not my home but my womb Not my womb which to bare fruit But the womb I crawl inside of to remember from where I came I am the mama bear But still there […]
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