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  • We are Ama
    mothers and
    daughters dive
    to the bottom
    only one breath
    to carry us back
    with a pearl

    The song of the sea
    fills my lungs
    down below
    deeper, deeper
    weights tied
    to my waist
    I return to
    my real home

    My hands sift
    sand and seaweed
    beds where oysters sleep
    search the blackness
    to find a pearl

    A man can not
    dive for pearls
    his body trembles
    his lungs explode
    he drowns
    before the
    oyster is found

    I won't hear you
    call my name
    My world is water
    The sea has
    taken sound
    from me, the price
    I pay for stealing





    image source: oysterstew.co.uk
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