Category: Poetry
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Decolonizing My Heart
When I began remembering, there was no turning back. I followed the thread back to the seeds you planted at the very beginning during the moments when you noticed I was distracted. You thought I was a subject that could be observed and studied, combed through like a Wikipedia article until mastered. You saw an…
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There’s an Owl
How could I forget my knowing? Slowly, like a wave erodes the shore. Stolen inch by inch until I gave you more, Freely; of my own accord. Until it became the new way, Then it was just the way. Walking, always just behind. At a pace you set without direction. Speeding up like a race,…
The Proletariat Press 