Ancestral Mothers

Tue, 02/04/2020 - 17:45 -- ALR118

They faced the world standing proudly, forming a triangle with their backs to each other, their diverse facial colors, corporal features and costumes distinguished in the rising sun. One held a potato, another a spear, the third an animal skin. I stood shielded between them, my ancestral mothers.


This poem is about: 
My family


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