Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.
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They tried to write us out of the story. Edited us to margins.
I love you the way women have always loved women—quietly at first, then all at once, then with a fury that rewrites the rules.
You came first. Four minutes. That's all it took for you to claim the title of oldest.
I carry a country that fits in no suitcase, that cannot be folded into neat squares.
He's always there when I arrive—waiting, with my face but not my certainty.
You pack what you can carry. Not what you need—what you can carry.
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