Many moons I ached
Many needles I took
Many dreams I resist
Many plans I refrain
– for you
Many walks I strolled
Many looks I received
Many curses I hear
Many violence I fear
– the colour my skin
In a few moons you’ll arrive
In a few years you’ll know
In a few days you’ll still kick me
In a few decades you’ll still bear
– the colour of your skin
This unknown, this virus
This hate, this blame
This love, this bond
This dark age
– I carried you
Amy Lee is a lawyer and emerging writer based in Seattle. She is finally writing as she feels she has been quiet for too long.
When it is not raining in Seattle, she dreams of her sunburnt down under homeland.
Her work was published in HR.Com, The F-Word, Cicerone and FemAsia.
She holds BA/LLB from the University of Queensland and LLM from the Melbourne University.
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Amy Lee – many of many things
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It’s so totally scary, the direction of which this world is, currently, spinning, and that gives me comfort, in knowing, that someone I love dear, and cared for a whole lot, had, never been, conceived…
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