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For my ancestors and WoC before me

His touch won’t be gentle,
wasn’t the first time.
His kiss foreign to your lips
stolen land
false promises
pain of knowing you weren’t
His lover, but the conquest
of renaming you America.

— To’ Wednesday Sibley, Untitled Ten

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