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I Come From attempt
i come from the rolling hills of my mothers knuckles
as she would knead the dough for bread
the plains of her palms
as she would sweep her hands across my forehead
when i was sick
and sigh, never still
her hands were
always moving
clutching vacuum cleaner, backpack, paper, dust pan, pencil
i come from my mother's hidden verse
poetry she tucked in pages between her planner
and her pocketbook
forgotten in the front she put up for me
of being the perfect mom and wife-
until i would find them years later and cry,
pieces of a broken woman
a broken relationship
a found woman
waiting to be free
i come from an ancient line of healers
warriors, to withstand the beatings, the war, the alcohol
women that moved across bodies of water
and bodies of pain
to bear the best for their children
who laid themselves down to build a bridge
to a better place
i come from
hands that turn dust to food
chaos to calm
pain to wisdom
lost poetry waiting to be found
in me
