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my life line is fractured

split as i chose other paths

that i crossed at one time or another

the lines criss cross deep into my palms

while lighter ones are still deciding

if they will stay forever

dreaming of a fingertip tracing it’s birth

 

these lines are from struggling

holding tight fists

always ready to fight because being brown is no easy feat

always weighing options by listening to instinct who speaks truth beyond words

always sweaty

 

so,

when i unfold my fists like a flower

opening to the beams of light

i hold my palms up

inspect each line

recognize lines of (r)evolution

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