the stars of the sky
are not my own
they are of my foremothers
as is the ground
the water
the flaura.
i sit and feel
the wind blow
across my face
and can't help but think
if the air i breathe is the same
my ancestors did
could my suffering be
the same they felt as well?
will i ever get to meet them
and will i ever get to

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