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The African Burial Ground BY YUSEF KOMUNYAKAA They came as Congo, Guinea, & Angola,    feet tuned to rhythms of a thumb piano.       They came to work fields of barley & flax, . . . The Red Shoes BY SHEILA BLACK Someone buried red slippers under the floorboards and the mice nested in them. The floors splintered no matter To Juan Doe #234 BY EDUARDO C. CORRAL I only recognized your hair: short, neatly combed. Our mother . . . Istanbul 1983 BY SHEILA BLACK In the frozen square, the student asks me if I will sell him the books from my backpack. He hides them under his winter coat. Steam rises from the whole . . .
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