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All the while I thought it was different

I mean the same but different

You know?

Silk thread woven with worms

Still attached

Dangling like 1000 paper cranes

N.E.R.D. Sadako Sasaki

Your life and death changed me


These cultures that made me, me

Black womanist poet

Show me state to N.O.

I didn't see opera at the Kabuki, no -

Indiana Jones and the temple of doom

But Erikosan reconnected me

To the island nation I visited as a youth

Precita eyes in bold colors of

Salsas, Norteños y Sureños

Chiles bringing tears to mothers eyes


I thought we were different but the same

I still believe so

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