He asked me,
Is all that land yours
Is that house yours
I stared at him
Dumbstruck
As if seeing him for the
First time ever
What could I tell him?
That I belonged to the land
That I belonged to the house
Rather than them belonging to me
That the scent of the burning plumeria
Doused in coconut oil
Kept me anchored,heart and soul
Every muscle and every drop of blood
What could he understand
Anyway
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