i think there are banana leaves
in my blood stream,
they float like makeshift canoes
into my arteries
and block the hope
the west has tricked me
into thinking I have earned.
i think i have corn husks
in my lungs
they fan the flames
of my discontentment
and they incite
a quiet violence in my throat.
lord, i think i was born screaming
in the jungle
and now I am choking
in the city
– sheila c
sheila sea 
The last 6 lines?!?! Undoubtedly amazing. This is solid writing through and through.
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Thank you so much.
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You’re most welcome.
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Enjoyed this very much.
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Thank you. 🙂
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ah… perfection
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Thank you. ❤
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so bitter and so sad ❤
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❤
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I hope you find your equilibrium, place of peace.
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Thank you, Roger. So do I. 🙂
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Holy shit.
As an angry and enraged Brown Person, this made my whole day better.
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Oh man, I’m so stoked to hear that! I’m forever an angry brown person. ::daps::
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