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Jan 2020
The women I know
and their nostalgia.

The traditional habits of immigrant women
culture gleaning from their pupils
a yearning to go home
language beckoning from their tongues
past their turmeric teeth

These are homemade women
I love and admire them
their history has made today stunning and golden
I am the admiring sunflower and they are the sun

Together let's warm up leftovers
and eat them for breakfast
Nahal
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