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They called me a basketchild, a homelesscase, drawn out from the murkywaters, burnt by the familytree; she will be a flamebearer, the bathing maidensexclaimed! She will bemine, the compassionateone breathed, the rushesdid not stir; did not revealthe surrogate's...

Blue eyesPeer at meevery weekover the wooden pewI sharewith my husband A child's face framedby a haloof golden curls I smile butshe doesn't smileback I'm certain she has neverseen white teeth against brownskin in her churchbefore Week afterweekI smileand her blue...

A treewithout rootsHead and heart heavyUnbalancedClinging to the soil She cannotdraw from the waterof the generationsthat came before There are no leavesso the birds can rest from the sunNo blossoms for the bees Her bare branches laystark against the grey sky A man...

I always lived onthe wrong sideof the tracks although I didn't know it then the silver threads followed mewhereverwe moved throughbullyinglonelinessbroken hearts the constantwas the rumbleof the train in the nightthe haunting wailof the hornbegging me to follow The...

BLACKbecausethe colour of my skin ...although,I always told my Mom I wasreally  brown... How often did I get judgedby how I looked?How is thatfairfor anyone? WHITEthey called me anOreo black on the outsidewhite on the inside although delicious,the word stung...