"The white fathers told us, "I think, therefore, I am" and the black mother within each of us – the poet – whispers in our dreams, I feel, therefore I can be free."- Audre Lorde

Saturday, March 20, 2010

time capsule


Beneath the soil
this soil
is us.
A vision,
a passion
a heart
a life.
Lives.
ten lives in one box.
Beneath the soil
is a story
many that bleed into memory
memories
bound by laughter and heart-ache
prayers, both spoken and silent
Beneath this soil is a box
is you, is me, is us.
Here
both connected yet unfinished
here in the earth
for another ten years.

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