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Freedom is my Oxygen

Dwana Smallwood says, "Dance is my Oxygen" I have spoken to her about this statement and heard her clearly when she spoke.... been...

18 August 2012

sometimes I look in the mirror and I see ....


Cheek bones like my mother
Hair that resembles the sweat brow of women with scarfs on and small brown babies on backs

Eyes that held the weld up tears
darkened by societies "if she was only....."

Ears that hold my indian heritage
and have recorded every rhythm of mommies heart beat.

A nose that doesn't link me with most people but the ones who share my blood....line

Lips so precious...lips that have tasted sweet temptation and belted out words that would scar a soul...lips that have poked out, been held in by ivory colored teeth

my face the one that looks like all of them and "none of those folks"....

So I stand alone in a room full of people....and individual when I look in the mirror I see empty...

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