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Don’t neglect the raspberriesNew Native
The Canarsee, then the Dutch
The English, then the Continentals
The Liberty Enlightening, then Her
1919’s newest native
Born to hope-filled immigrants
First-born Grecian blood
Taught how souls are one with land
Detest the thievery, love the thief
Gave me new-world Explorer’s eyes
Revolutionized, thus, Liberated me
My hair flowing out her crown
I call her fire my hometown
Manhattan girl, my whole world
‘Twas my Thanksgiving to be hers
Bid me to breathe free
Original Thought Credit: “The New Colossus,” Emma Lazarus
The Battle of The Orchids
Perhaps
It’s why we had relative peaceTho’ blue and red both
Magenta suited usWe smiled with eachother
Even when mad or weakenedTruths we spoke into being
During our long breaths togetherWe shared an ancient meal
Despite our different appetites
Grand Daughter
What won’drous hair
Long, silken and grey
Just happy to be
In the warmth of today
Not longing for when
It flowed in long brown
But considering
Itself proud on my crown
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