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I wish you would understand

How haunted I am;

How haunted we are.

I wish you would comprehend

That the words passed down are tainted with blood, red

Our ancestors spilled

Across country taken.

I pray for the day that you will realise

Your words spoken with care

Are tangled within wilted lies.

How compassionate you are,

White woman,

When this is not you.

You do not hold this pain.

You cannot know it,

And we

Cannot share it with you.

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