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Corto pero corta profundamente. Nos pregunta donde a quedado nuestra empatía por todas esas personas refugiadas que huyen de comunidades desoladas por la violencia y destrucción.
Cuestionando si el refugio prometido existe en nosotros. Los privilegiados que vemos a los inmigrantes con desdén.
— Jun 06, 2025 10:58AM
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Cuestionando si el refugio prometido existe en nosotros. Los privilegiados que vemos a los inmigrantes con desdén.
uma
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"Then the men we try to love, say
we carry too much loss, wear too much black,
are too heavy to be around, much too sad to love. Then they leave and we mourn them too.
Is that what we’re here for?
To sit at kitchen tables, counting
on our fingers the ones who died,
those who left and the others who were taken by the police,
or by drugs,
or by illness
or by other women."
— Dec 21, 2022 08:37AM
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we carry too much loss, wear too much black,
are too heavy to be around, much too sad to love. Then they leave and we mourn them too.
Is that what we’re here for?
To sit at kitchen tables, counting
on our fingers the ones who died,
those who left and the others who were taken by the police,
or by drugs,
or by illness
or by other women."
uma
is 38% done
"Then the men we try to love, say
we carry too much loss, wear too much black,
are too heavy to be around, much too sad to love. Then they leave and we mourn them too.
Is that what we’re here for?
To sit at kitchen tables, counting
on our fingers the ones who died,
those who left and the others who were taken by the police,
or by drugs,
or by illness
or by other women."
— Dec 21, 2022 08:37AM
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we carry too much loss, wear too much black,
are too heavy to be around, much too sad to love. Then they leave and we mourn them too.
Is that what we’re here for?
To sit at kitchen tables, counting
on our fingers the ones who died,
those who left and the others who were taken by the police,
or by drugs,
or by illness
or by other women."
nidhya
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when i read
“My cousins, stabbed in the street for being too or not enough, are not mine. Then the men we try to love say we carry too much loss, wear too much black,are too heavy to be around, much too sad to love. Then they leave, and we mourn them too.”
on the first poem i knew it was OVER
— Aug 09, 2022 06:12AM
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“My cousins, stabbed in the street for being too or not enough, are not mine. Then the men we try to love say we carry too much loss, wear too much black,are too heavy to be around, much too sad to love. Then they leave, and we mourn them too.”
on the first poem i knew it was OVER
