Because if I fail, no one knows me here
She said as she explained her urge to leave this soil filled with our ancestors
The commodified ones
It would probably hurt less too
Her leaving
Wherever she went would hurt less than here
The moans under her feet would no longer sound familiar
The branches on the trees wouldn’t sting
Not even to look at
And maybe
Pinkish pale skin could elicit more than rage
Queen Media Collective 
this is wonderful
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I love this . It’s really deep and paints a vivid picture with each word.
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