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skin

26 April 2013 ~ Narinda

my hands are becoming
dark brown, rugged,
scarred from use

my mother tells me
i’m going to look
old too soon

how strange it must be to her
that i let my hands
get this way from pleasure

she who has never known skin
to turn brown from anything
but hard labor.

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I live and make pottery on Chochenyo and Karkin Ohlone land. If you live there, too, please consider joining me in paying the Shuumi Land Tax.

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