Desaparecidos
Desaparecidos
Author's Notes: Politically-laden. Written for my Nnara-Youth CWTS class. Dedicated to all the internal refugees from Southern Tagalog.
( I’ve always wondered what it’s like to be super. )
Author's Notes: Politically-laden. Written for my Nnara-Youth CWTS class. Dedicated to all the internal refugees from Southern Tagalog.
( I’ve always wondered what it’s like to be super. )
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And then I met you.
Singing, shouting
Protests as vicious as sharp teeth, yet
harmless, innocent.
Away from familiar places,
Fighting not to fly.
Fighting just to
breathe.
Invisible.
And it makes no sense, but you are
Super.
Tear-stained cheeks and muddy snot and
clothes secondhand
But they do nothing for you.
And you clutch photos of mangled faces
(you don’t know them, and yet you do
They kissed you to sleep
a long time ago, when the sun rose and set at all the right places)
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