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Sep 2016
When we speak the truth,
It comes from our bones.
As they knew the truthΒ  long
Before we did. Long before
Our ancestors did.
Our bones saw the beginning
Child, they know what is to come
At the end. They have seen and
Felt war and have sheltered and
Cultured peace. They have known
The universes secrets and have been
The sun, moon and all the stars.
They have fallen in love with men,
They have fallen in love with women.
They have known bone shattering love.
They've felt scarring pain.
They know what it is to live child.
Β Listen to the bones child.
Listen to your bones
A little something that my grandmother used to say.
Written by
GKM  Somewhere in Africa
(Somewhere in Africa)   
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