Fight To Remember

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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