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history
reflective
shared in collective
stories
spoken remembrances
of token gifts
given and taken away
our lineage is long
with names
coming down from
names
we are made
of these names
family braids
thick as rope
pull us along
bring us up
save us from
drowning
in anonymous
seas
we call him
uncle
and in our
relation equation
it adds up
they call me sister
biologically incorrect
makes us reflect
on family
generations to be
rise like sparks
reproducing
perpetuating
reasons to gather
fuel for future fires
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we are the people
who make the families
who build the communities
who dance in,
our future
living breathing
cultural faces,
reflective faces
of grand-people’s
love
for all generations
yesterday, tomorrow and today
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