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Wednesday, July 25, 2007. The way it rocks your body. A height or a place. Air is neither tool nor absence. Niether compound nor war zone. Air is simply an ally to energy. So if i were to write. About what i need most. Monday, June 25, 2007.

That an act of valor, for a woman. Need take place inside her. My womb is packed in mothballs. And I hear tht winter will be mild. Anyway I gave birth twice. And my body deserves a medal for that. But I never got one. I was just answering the call of nature. But now that the revolution needs numbers. Motherhood got a new position. Went out with Martin Luther King.

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The one that got away. Poem inspired by a clip of a film called Illusions, a 1980s Julie Dash. Film about a black woman in the 1940s passing for white. You are the fruit they all deny. While looking in the eyes so familiar. Coulda sworn you was their own. And reading over and over the contents.