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A Native Cry

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August 18, 2018
Jenni Lynne
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Oh Sun, you burn me so

Bringing me in the undertow

My heart beats like a thousand drums

We meet face to face

The mirror reflects

I see your light

Your love

Your flecks of dust

It then makes sense

My heart of rust

Grandmother Black

Grandfather White

Our family is merely a web of light

Release the crow

Let judgment fly

My cries of freedom pierce the sky

Right now, this time, I choose to let go

Taking control of the undertow.

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