They stood at the end of the tobacco row, just beyond where the north end of the field met the woods. They stood in the shadows, perfectly still, watching only her. They reminded her of deer: thin
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the boy says
"where is
your culture?"
like I have
just
forgotten
to put it
on this
morning
don't you
know?
if I was
the thing
you
want me
to be
I would
likely
not be here
to begin with
I was
taught
a history
removed from
my own
family tree
so that
I would not
grow thorns
before you
step
into the
bubble
they say
they screen you
for sharpness
but don't
mention
what kind
I am still
learning
how to feel
my power
in the
absence of it