The dirt between my toes was soft as I dug my feet into the earth floor
breathing into the skin beneath my mother’s breast to bare the sweat rock heat
It was here I learned to be
Against the opposite of concrete, underneath her shirt, cheek against the sweat
dripping down the skin of the woman who bore me
from a long line of women who dodged bullets for me
from a blood line that took long walks across mesas and the valleys for me
from the seeds of men who shed flesh in defense of me
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