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.....a spontaneous spit -- feedback is appreciated.....


All I see
are jagged pieces
jigsawed stained
glass still reflecting
light scattering hints
of a fragmented story

all i see
is the vibrancy
of what the hues will reveal.......
when it's time?

and in the meantime,
i stay put.
pressed between
two cultures
and nowhere between
really and reality
is what i must find.....
if not for mine,
then generations in time.....

My roots are strong
but covered with western soot.
Trails of blood
trickle back to mother soil.
My Female Fury Fires me
to dig deep,
find mystory
collect the clues
to herstory.
for divine glory.
to piece the peace.
peace the pieces
of ourstory.

if not for mine,
then generations in time...