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  • When I woke from your womb you soothed me with the lyric of your lies,
    handed me your history, whittled me wise, twisted me tame
    and sent me out to erase your regrets.
    For years I stepped to the measure of your rule,
    a hopeful hostage in a tapestry of tyranny
    but charity has chastened your legacy
    and living sweetened the soil of my past.
    Your memory is no longer my mirror.
    I can move beyond the shadow of your shame.
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