I can't hear the cries
of my ancestors.
I can feel them
in my bones,
my blood,
my flesh.
But no stories
of their lives,
no wisdom,
no laughter,
no mistakes.
Silence.
This can't continue.
Future generations
will know who I am.
They will know
my flaws,
my victories,
my weird, distorted perspective
of this world.
They will have pages
and pages
of my voice.
They will not be deaf
as I am.
They will know
where they come from.
They will
hear my cries.
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