Deschambault, Canada

So much talk of our culture,

their culture,

white,

black.

No room, inside tradition,

for a love that is beyond measure.

But when a dusty little hand slips into mine,

when brown eyes light up brighter than the sun,

I know how wrong we’ve been.

And more than that, in those shy smiles,

I know where healing begins.

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