language & land

I spit cherry pits

Into the Thames.

I prance in the streets my ancestors dare not step;

I drink the wine, smell the lavender

Sleep soundly.

I thank my sisters for bringing me back

To nibble and milk the teat of

This place called “Motherland.”

-from away & back, by leaf jerlefia

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