Mother Europa -May you tell me more about your relationship with your mother? -I never could call my mother, mother. My grandmother was my mother,
Intensity is done Wondering What comes next? We, immigrant Moving nations Not across borders But inside bodies Our blue eyed son The reminder of migrations
Half white half black Half this half that Half shit half crap So this so what Half white half black Half right half wrong
When I was young, I found myself running Running from the shade that plagues my skin If I ran hard enough the plague would fade
they say the voyage is life, that every long journey begins with a first step life is about steps about building new skies and
ENGLISH LITERATURE (Adebe DeRango-Adem) Why, because chiaroscuro is where I belong. That and I was once Pushkin’s wife. O my darling octoroon your Russia is
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