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  • Coming from a chaotic household, I learned never to interrupt. I rarely used my voice and when I did, I tried to say what I needed to say in as few words as possible as softly as possible. I fell in love with poetry as a child because it seemed to reflect the way I was coming to think. Over the years I've gained a voice and the confidence to use it but I still tend to think of the milestone moments and emotional events in my life in terms of poems rather than stories and that is how I tend to express them.

    Mama lost me in the market
    Somewhere between the cornflakes and the hair color
    She just lost track
    Then, in aisle three, she collected me
    like cans in her cart
    a forgotten item on her list
    Mama made me matter of fact
    "No need to step beyond your stride." she liked to say
    I loved Mama so I closed my eyes
    and memorized the middles of my life
    Never breathing deep
    Never standing on tiptoe hoping to see somewhere else
    But I always loved the market
    It was the most dangerous place I knew.

    photo courtesy of USAC Europe District
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