Two Poems

“The only freedom we were allowed.”

Walks in the RainBlue uniforms dripping golden –
Plastered Happiness,
The only nakedness we knew.

Umbrellas breaking, laughter
At the inquiring
Condemning faces.
The only freedom we were allowed.RootsI would not claim heritage
When all that was certain
Was the question mark of adoption
And a photograph too many years old.

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