The White Shore

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We grew up into lives scrawled on back of
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Mediated maps in their lines visibly entrapped
And this birthright more like a birth mark whose area
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And edges grow ragged with age.
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A malignancy untested, it consumes us anyway
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It consumes us anyway. It consumes us anyway

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I grew up near the White Shore without ever knowing that name
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Just how lines starkly drawn will check you in one box or another.
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And in the space between past and passing, we have
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Classroom discussions of Amy Tan novels but this is personal.
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Family is always personal. History is always personal

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I will not condemn what anyone did to survive
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But I will not defend a culture that makes us decide
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To assimilate or die or that defines survival as
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Running as fast as you can from the places you came from
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Forgetting the things that have made us
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'Til all that is left is the burning in our lungs or
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The pounding in our hearts that only has space for
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Contempt for the ones who couldn't quite make it.

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That we are all the same: what a happy myth,
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Where race records become erased records
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With time and meter to help us forget,
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Or to take away the sting as we define survival as
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Running as fast as you can from the places you came from
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Forgetting the things that have made us
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'Til all that is left is the burning in our lungs or
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The pounding in our hearts that only has space for
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Contempt for the ones who couldn't quite make it.

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