How do I reconcile, absorb
centuries of living in the
margins of importance?

What meaning can there be
for me when the story was written
from only one perspective?

Is a contract written by only 
one party to the contents an 
Improvement or a Consolation Prize?

I don’t have the answers, anger is 
my inheritance, acknowledging truth
does not re-write the stories.

I am angry, but not indifferent,
struggling but not defeated.
I will wrestle with the angel

night after night until dawn. Injury 
will remain but perhaps the
demon will finally be vanquished.

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