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There is a tail in each kink

There is toil in each coil

This hard hair holds tough pasts

 

My dark hands bound with chain

Sleek and dark with the dried blood

From those before me

 

Pack me into your box

Set me high on your shelf

Another tone you conquered

 

Each strand is a story

Of the quests that led to this

As I stare at white master

 

From my containment of past

In my hold of tone

Let white hand place me

 

In places of comfort

As borders are drawn

Clans are joined

 

Take my land

Take my people

As I stand silent in my cell

 

Take me out of this place

Brush my hair

Put me into your clothes

 

As I speak your language

As I live in your ways

Let all that was me fade into my braids

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