up there, in the sky–
lives our secrets.
we buried them
centuries ago and
now that lives are seeking
advancements in all things
too hard to handle,
we want them back.
we hold the key,
but do we
really?
the sky holds our secrets, we hold the key.
A Cornered Gurl 
Well I missed this one along with plenty of others much to MY LOSS but I did want to stop in and say how much I thought this was utterly beautiful
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Thank you, really. *big hugs*
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MASSIVE hugs back xo
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I adore this poem. We threw away our secrets and now we want them back. Oh my, silly human beings.
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Ha! Aren’t we the silliest? Thank you for reading, Ali!
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Is it too late to find the medicine women?
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I hope not. Thing is, I think we’d get too tired searching well before we probably should. *shrugs*
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the weight of Truth crushes even “virtuous” silence 👍
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Succinct and thought-provoking, Tre. Perhaps we can no longer access our ancestors’ secrets.
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Perhaps, indeed, Mags. Thank you for reading.
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You’re welcome. Happy Friday!
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Happy Friday! Thank you!
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Provocative! Beautiful, Tre!
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Thank you, Kim!
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