I have carried your pain in metal buckets and
I still go for water every so often
and that water is so cold and hard
that it stings my hands, its weight makes me feel
my arms will break at the shoulders and yet
I go to that well and drink from it because
I am, as you, made of water
The poem of the day is by Marilyn Dumont from A Really Good Brown Girl.
This poem has been used without permission, but I highly highly recommend that everyone check out her work, especially the rest of this book of poems. She has a way of stirring emotions with words and her work is quite simply remarkable.
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