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Not Birdsong
Gayle Simpson Righteous black mothers stressing over their King boys, navigating the Orcas. I worried about which teachers my young would have. We long to go back to New Orleans immersion in culture and sounds; a contrast to our cocoon. Families accept gunshots as night noise, while I listen for owl sounds. Weather reports direct my activities. Cities in focus for who was wrongly eliminated last night. The politics being endless, as the Pandemic raises its ugly scape. Countries close. The strife continues. We didn't see 2020 coming. Never say "well, that's easy - using 2020 hindsight." What if everyone tried ? |
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