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It Runs Deep

  • Nicole Bellows
  • Nov 20, 2023
  • 1 min read

It runs deep in our blood

Like every grain of sand far below the ocean

Like all memories our mind buries

Like all the deep-seated emotions inside.


The trauma and the pain

Of my ancestors

And my people

Passed down


 
 
 

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