that ends up carrying hundreds of years of family history.
Heavy, I walk towards tomorrow.
I fall and I crawl.
My eyez are swollen with tears,
I am caving in,
turning around to face
the culture in my veins
and hung up on my back.
I'm dragging my feet,
and clawing the ground
roots so deeo in the earth
i'm so heavy and hurt
by all this history on my shoulders.
Dry my eyez and keep moving forward
it doesn't feel as heavy after awhile.
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