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NINETEEN-TWENTY
The Partially Glorious Activism of a Partially Indigenous Girl
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Red
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Often in my life I find myself
In a dome at the bottom of the sea Inside, a jungle with with verdant health The population, me I can choose to wander for hours and hours Picking the bushes bare Ignoring the fact that when the forest is scoured I must come up for air. For when I chance upon a wall in this prison of the deep A cold dread down my spine does crawl, A terror begins to creep Outside the dome lies aquatic abyss I know not how far it goes I stay inside with comfort and bliss The baobab and rose. I know one day I must learn to swim These freezing, rolling tides To reach the surface my chance is slim, But the future there resides. For deep within myself I know The reason I am here Beneath the sea, I built this dome, The ocean filled by fear. I crafted the lovely interior Put adversity outside So that whenever I feel inferior, I can run to the jungle and hide. But now I write from upon the shore I know now who I am, For it was that day the dome I tore. I held my breath and swam. |
What is happiness?
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Ataraxia
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Caterpillar Sticks
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