When I write I feel like I'm carving bone.It feels like I'm creating my own face, my own heart... My souls makes itself through the creative act. It is constantly remaking and giving birth to itself through my body...
-Gloria Anzaldua
Once this man told me/ Over a course of one day and one night/ How his world had fallen apart/ And so he went to the underground/ Under the Earth he looked for home
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