A Tour
I’m going to take a tour of myself
View this nation’s vast wealth
Should I trust my eyes
Or try to merely feel for the lies?
Whose hands have laid the stones
Buried the ancient bones
Of those without names
Should I bury myself in their claims?
Their claims on my body
Before I was aware it is their progeny
Not in blood but in weight
A natural depression weighing down my gait.
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I love the first line! “Take a tour of myself…” that’s to me one of the best descriptions of. Writing there could ever be! Well done!