Art by Emily O'Neill
Edits by Tilda Njoo

When my mother left there was fire –

The air ripe with the wrong things; tears, skin, fear

Feet bolting down dirt roads going nowhere

Liberty caged

Beyond the reach of black and brown hands

Too close and too far


Onto a boat and into the New World

Where the sky went on forever

Colour and space


Birds that laughed and sang

Tires screeching down brand new highways





The old home sits there still

My mother’s first love

Beauty without warmth

Death with no birth

It beckons


But that story is over

Life is freer

And she is here




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