A Poem A Day by Romilly Wilde

366 poems day-by-day for a leap year

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      “Song of the Displaced” by Mayra Santos-Febres, Puerto Rico (1966-)

      My suitcase knows more borders

      than my heart can count.

      I stitch identity

      from borrowed languages,

      my skin a passport

      stamped with longing.

      From A Poem A Day: Latin America

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