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RE-BIRTH OF A NATION
Dry California
hillsides
ripe and round
as a woman’s breasts and belly,
ready the ground for
winter green, and my
fair-skinned daughter’s womb,
for her black-skinned baby’s birth.
Weary American citizens,
suffering from an eight year
drought of good governance,
posed ripe and ready
pens in white-skinned hands
to mark the birth of a
black-skinned president.
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