i live among

words

tattooed on the skin of dead trees and

stacked

in piles

on the floor

i live by

absorbing information

from minds long dead

and some

in the springtime of their youth

i live

consciously choosing

when to raise and silence

my voice

and use

the wealth

i’ve obtained

This poem originally appeared on Sumayyah Said So.

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