Hostile Soil
Dear Land:
Can I stay with you a while?
Can you forgive the patriarchy that remains in me?
Can you hold the oppression that torments me?
May I stay with you a while?
Dear Nathan:
All of you is welcome here.
Despite the harshness of our desert,
The sharp sting of our scorpion,
The cruel bite of our snake,
Our trees are growing,
Our birds are singing,
Our rocks are witnessing all that happens.
We see you, we know you, we are you.
Dear Land:
Thank you.
Together we will prove that life can grow from hostile soil.
I cannot think of better land than this for while we wait.
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That life can grow from hostile soil
To those I’ve stung: I’m sorry
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