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.