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Dec 2019
My family
Always taught me
To **** it up
Move on
Get on with it

They cannot see
That they carry
A weight of Jenga blocks
on top of them
each piece in the
shape of repression.

I will no longer
huddle underneath
alongside their
generational trauma
but they only see
me refusing to build on our foundations as a family.
Eno
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Eno  25/F/Bristol, England
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