If my boundary stops here
I have daughters to draw new maps on the world
they will draw the lines of my face
they will draw with my gestures my voice
they will speak my words thinking they have invented
them
they will invent them
they will invent me
I will be planted again and again
I will wake in the eyes of their children's children
they will speak my words
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