Roots be nimble
Roots be quick
Roots be simple but make our story thick.
We seek connection and village lust.
Sometimes the truth hurts, makes us fuss. But always core to our final end is that we people find quiver in life's massive bend.
Family is definition.
Family be own.
Family be soaring alongside bows gentle blown.
The question of geographic blood touch makes us hunger
for the truth,
for the shiver,
for the answering thunder.
I know where I am but where was I before, when grandmas and grandpas fought for us to prove more?
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