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May 2022
They'd rather we hide
our magic
underneath the stones
thrown at us
to keep us quiet and
away from our power

But we are
everywhere

In the fire you burnt us
to be reborn again
from the soot

In the air you suffocated us
to wax and wane again
with the breath of the moon
within us

In the water you drowned us
to birth bolder
lungs to cradle us again
with her blood

In the earth you buried us to
grow again like seeds from its
precious womb
Tanisha Jackland
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Tanisha Jackland  111/F/is still getting old.
(111/F/is still getting old.)   
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