Disguise
a young child laughing at me because my hair is blonde and my eyes are blue eyes wide shut remembering the history photos of my grandparents more Great’s than i could count at the time hung on the wall just out of the kitchen where meals of barbecued carne were served in and out of the sliding door came little wet feet from the pool, through the kitchen running past the pictures on the wall near the couch where my dad sits to braid my hair like my grandmothers taught him they learned from their tribe women and men tranquil and tender willful and caring they loved everyone even the people who tore down their civilization and a young child laughing kept laughing at me here stands my culture with blond hair and blue eyes
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