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Paul Casey

Exile

Exile

Exile

My mother is taking me to Africa
She takes me from the arms
of her mother, the reach
of her great-great-grandmothers

I breathe in the womb of Africa
and smile with African children
see their eyes reach through mine
to meet all my grandmothers
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Exile

My mother is taking me to Africa
She takes me from the arms
of her mother, the reach
of her great-great-grandmothers

I breathe in the womb of Africa
and smile with African children
see their eyes reach through mine
to meet all my grandmothers

Exile

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