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Amalgamation

Sophia James

I walk to the top of the hill,

The Sheffield hill

That made my accent broad

My legs - wide and sturdy,

And my body - strong.

The same body

That my Mother’s Mother’s

Mother had.

The body that belongs to me,

And in it, I belong.

I stand at the top of the hill,

Held up by my legs.

I stick my belly out,

My top rides up, and I feel a breeze.

I feel the wind tickle my fingers,

I clutch the air and squeeze.

I clench the fingers

I see my Grandma in.

The fingers, my Grandma

Sees her Daughter in

The fingers

That let us share rings

And hold onto things

And people

That we love.

The fingers

That my baby sister gripped,

When she learned to stomp her legs

Up the hill.

That I now look over.

Suddenly the noise

Fizzles out.

And this silence,

Sets me free.

My body is an amalgamation

Of the women

Before

And after me.

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