When I kiss the colonizers tongue, blood fills my mouth.
I begin to drown.
My words leave me and I am filled with a mouth full of english
and a mind full of doubt.
When did my skin become foreign to my eyes in a sea of snow?
When did heat become uncomfortable?
A room lit so artificially bright that it beats me down with unremitting despair
I will not let these things make me forget.
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