Grief is grief. Walk is walk.
Mama why do your children of Somalia have to bear the burden of the earth dry ache?
The mama's stifle, snuff cries when their babies die one, two, three because the walk is necessary to find a breath while they must retreat. This is for her family all; to escape the horrors and find some reason to reach tall.
To a camp that possibly can offer some form of safety while
oh mama
oh warrior mama you sound callused souled steps off to a place none of us can imagine through dreams.
Oh queen mama how you cut paths with strength massive on sore heels walking for the light of vaccination
food for your surviving few you have sacrificed for, to escape dehydration in your child's small body.
You teach us by your story. You step solidly in our learner open eyes. We will continue to see you so you can teach us to move toward callusing our hands so we may offer helping fans to stir up the air so change may occur for you, for your earth and deceased children.
Memory of what you have paved and memory so generations next can learn to save.
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