Blessing for Tears

These are the words no one tells you.
Buried beneath the tomb of the patriarchs.
and the last wall left standing. 
And the village stained with our ancestor’s blood.
Now covered in daffodils.  
We fall apart.
The ones back there and us, here.
Underneath the weight of silence and racism.
And singing our strength’s praises.
We fall apart. 
And though we have relished our survival.
We mustn’t ever forget our tears. 
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