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Down the gun barrel

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Black & Proud · sad · words

Missing locks

I remember my grandmothers words
I remember the flow of th ancient tongue she spoke
Closing my eyes I feel the eyes of my ancestore brus my palms
I remember the fluency
I remember she told me to never forget.
My mother tongue still rolls off my tongue
My voice foreign to the generation tagging after me
My wors connect my soul to my past
Free and Promising
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