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They're dividing up my grandmother's jewelry, An act that feels more final than death. I like to think she rests easy as she watches The women she loves wear what was once hers. They ask me to choose my top 3 pieces, And how do I? How do I choose which pieces of her I want to wear on my body Like armor, like memories of made of gold or silver? How do I choose between her trip to the Met Museum Or the pin with the propeller signalling she was the First licensed female pilot in the state of Kentucky? What does it say about me this is the one time I wish she hadn't gotten her wings? I want to wear her artist spirit. I already have her poet's blood running through me. This woman, in all her fiery, tender ways Touches my life. I hope she'd be proud I'm wearing her jewelry. So many decisions to make.
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Nov 8, 2020
Nov 8, 2020 at 9:13 PM UTC
Her Jewelry
They're dividing up my grandmother's jewelry, An act that feels more final than death. I like to think she rests easy as she watches The women she loves wear what was once hers. They ask me to choose my top 3 pieces, And how do I? How do I choose which pieces of her I want to wear on my body Like armor, like memories of made of gold or silver? How do I choose between her trip to the Met Museum Or the pin with the propeller signalling she was the First licensed female pilot in the state of Kentucky? What does it say about me this is the one time I wish she hadn't gotten her wings? I want to wear her artist spirit. I already have her poet's blood running through me. This woman, in all her fiery, tender ways Touches my life. I hope she'd be proud I'm wearing her jewelry. So many decisions to make.
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Nov 8, 2020
Nov 8, 2020 at 9:13 PM UTC
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