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1915 by jaani-androphile, literature
Literature
1915
Your world was cut out on the backs of my people,
Quiet, beautiful, and pure
From the earth raised like apricots, sun-kissed;
Uprooted.
Taken from the mountaintops, our tears revived (y)our land
Our ancestors fertilized (y)our soil
We carry the scars on our back, deep-cut, raised, and red.
You refuse to see them,
(Yet from them my people bloom.)
