Unchosen – Pamela Sackett

It’s not your fault, it’s not your doing, what’s been done has done its twisted brewing
it’s not your fault, nor your doing
so long ago, so long the bruising, so long the slam, so long the dodge, so long the blind, barbaric rob
so long the piracy, so long the bullying, so long the dispensing of treacherous foolery

I want to know your very own story, I want to help lift liberation’s glory—to dig down to the root so that this tree can bear its replenishing fruit

I
want
the salve
to neutralize
the poison

what’s the next step in the long-overdue hoisting—lifting, untangling, re-building, tugging
encircling the gnarly trunk
all of us
hugging

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