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Rated: E · Poetry · Contest Entry · #1532476
written for Poetry Spalsharama---are we all racists?

When I say
my grandchild's name
it sits safe in my mouth,
no ragged epithet
no sharp-edged slur
to slice the throat, the heart.

A warm song
of minor sirens
and lesser gods,
chanting unaware
of holding illusions
till they're gone.

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