My people
married their
first cousins
and passed on
crooked backs
and congenital
deafness -
my people
scraped desert island hills
into terraces
and pleaded
with the earth -
my people
gathered the rain
in cisterns
hidden beneath their huts.
 
There was never
enough,
and poverty
only begets beauty 
and generosity 
in the movies.
It's only true
children are fear
and jealousy.
And that is why
my people 
set sail
and did not 
return.

My people married their first cousins and passed on crooked backs and congenital deafness - my people scraped desert island hills into terraces and pleaded with the earth - my people gathered the rain in cisterns hidden beneath their huts. There was never enough, and poverty only begets beauty and generosity in the movies. It's only true children are fear and jealousy. And that is why my people set sail and did not return.

My people
married their
first cousins
and passed on
crooked backs
and congenital
deafness -
my people
scraped desert island hills
into terraces
and pleaded
with the earth -
my people
gathered the rain
in cisterns
hidden beneath their huts.
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There was never
enough,
and poverty
only begets beauty 
and generosity 
in the movies.
It's only true
children are fear
and jealousy.
And that is why
my people 
set sail
and did not 
return.

My People

A poetry, fiction, and spoken word podcast. Completely irregular. Web site: https://honestchaos.blogspot.com/

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