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posted by nana @ 7:22 PM
I spat the salt, bringing out the clot in my heart. With naked eyes i saw my discriminatory forming into words You held my hand as i encircle my spits Letting me see, absorb, processing myself I turned and reverse the circle, bringing you in my hands You led me to my spat As I step, walk over it, the words are erased No salty words are ever seen again just traces of the old salt as a momento of my acceptance and tolerance Together, we washed our feet in clear, clean water
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