Bellow

They
Handed us
Gypsies, too

Their White
Clay bowl.

Shrunk us
Down, sat
Us all inside,

Cold, and
Said, “This
Is who you

Have
Always
Been.”

—-

We, too,
Knew…
Better…

We are
The
Geysers.

We
are
Life

Ascending.

Darks,
Grays,
Tans In
Bloom.

We raise
Up Into
Ourselves.

They
didn’t
Calculate

Our wombs
Only know
To create,
Freely.

We
breathe
In Truths.

Mask
Ourselves,

From
Their
Lies.

We
Fill
Our
Selves,

Un-
Contain
-able
Lives,

Bellowing

OutSide
Cold
Ceramic.

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