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Child's Play
When I think of this Earth,
The sky becomes more important
The people less so.
We are armies of dust—
Falling away without whim
and raw as the planet itself
alone and cold in space.
There are mountains—
They are larger than ourselves.
We lament our ideas in comparison
When there is sun,
We forget.
Forging names and clans in
Armor of the children.
bio:
Yaminah is an amateur hip hop head from Oakland, CA. She likes capitalism like she likes malaria.
(author retains copyright)
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