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    My Parents Tell Me to Stop Writing Race Poems

    And I flinch

    And I protest

    And I throw my mouth

    Hard against the wall

    Follow the way my rage has led me

    Know that I am angry

    And allowed to be

    And anger is all that I am allowed

    March until our kitchen floor sinks to dirt

    Wonder what held my hands together

    Before all this hot

    Wonder what stood in my shoes

    Without an enemy

    It was:

            A swarm of bees held together by my skin

            A mirror

            A fairy

    A girl climbing from the ocean

    A day spent on adornment

    A beautiful body

    A curiosity

    A frustration

    A shell

    Lindsay Young
    Lindsay Young

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