I am connectedTo those who came beforeThose who sowed seedsThose who sewed clothesThose who raised childrenThose children are my ancestorsThose who escaped harmThose who stayed behindThose whose blood was shedI am connectedTo the trees that grew thereTo the teas my grandmothers brewedAnd their foodTo the plants they used for healingTo the land they moved withinPushed
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