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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2022
Submitted to Contest #165
I look at you through my memories, and my heart aches for you, but my feet planted in this ground, no longer know the path to get to you. When people ask me where I am from, I tell them the truth. The color of my skin and my accent reveal my secrets to the audience of the world. How would I be able to hide the scars that left my country within me? I was so little, I remember so little, but there are moments in time where these roots guide me. They control me. The last time I was, “home”, I was an eight year old girl. Not one sing...
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