wildroots
remembering the truth of who we are
the elder from South Africa
looked at us snd wept
out of rage, she said.
and then turning to my dark-skinned sister
the rage melted into sadness
it is so good to see you, she said.
and tears flowed.
in these soul to soul connections,
words do not matter.
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