
winds carried the dusty remains
of a nation across the land
burying bleeding women
in breeding graves
dug by their slave masters
who thought to teach them
of their homespun place
woven in a tapestry
of chains
the remains devoid
of time’s progressive thread
that once contained
something more
than the prison
of being named property

Your lines speak the truths of our history, Annette. I wish that we would learn from our past.
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thank you.
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You’re welcome.
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Strong, true and incredibly profound. Thank you.
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Thank you, Jane.
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