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people talk about having a father wound,

a mother wound…

i have a grandmother wound.

it is deeply imbedded,

stitched eloquently into my soul,

blueberry stained forever.

it is divine rage,

the deliverance of evil,

soft hymns instead of drums.

i wear it with pride,

this is mine to keep,

forever.

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