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De Mi Mama
Abstract
I come from hard earth and clay walls.
I come from early Sunday mornings-
the smell of myrrh and frankincense clouding my eyes.
I come from the mango trees that did not belong to me,
But still scaled up high to escape a life that was not mine.
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