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End-of-Year Staff Meeting

End-of-Year Staff Meeting

...and why I feel like I don't belong in the United States.

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Jul 03, 2023
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a potted plant sitting on top of a table
Photo by Waseem Khan on Unsplash
My feet are planted in a pot, 
chock full of unfamiliar soil,
& every breath is harder to grasp
when sun cowers behind overcast sky,
because my roots can’t break through
the red clay vessels fast enough.

This soil prohibits my growth—
it doesn’t fight off bullets 
& blood & bandanas for body bags.

The walls of this scho…

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