Lines of Separation: Scars and Blooms in the Echoes of Colonization
Fleeing upon dirtied feet, Hands clutch tightly both each other and the fragments that remain. A new home is built upon the remnants, And a small suitcase of clothes and dreams, Become what survives of one’s legacy. The rest, stolen by merciless hands, And swallowed upon a parched, insatiable tongue. Young Jasmine flowers flourish upon…