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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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