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I search the corners (of this earth) gone wild

I, the potter's daughter

with clay in the cracks of my bones

alone-

I write words into the ground as seeds,

I knit lavender into my sweater seams,

and look for cracks in walls.

I ride my bike through crowded streets,

I recycle my worn-out dreams,

and look towards the rim of the skies.

In my quest I've felt

     the painful wind

     the rainfall in     -discriminate

and have outgrown these shoes

and needing a hope to cling to

(a hope to step into)

I search the corners (of this earth)

gone wild. 

made in _____

label of blurred letters
soft fabric pulled over my head

this dress...

made by tiny fingers
world's of oceans and empires

apart.

we are Babylon
and we don't question

this 

thread of exploitation.
keep pulling- maybe it will

unravel...