Contemplative Poem Two

O true Family,
O true cupped hands,
O true receiver of my human humility,
O people of my home land,
Resound with purpose!

O only resonant lovers,
The mother and father who created me,
(and did not tear me down),
Be famous!

O braider of my hair, holder of the comb,
O valued members that share my home,
Visualize me!

O Subject of my breath,
O Object of my flesh,
O Relegated source of education,
O Test between nurture and nature,
O Singers of the night-time carol,
Enfold me!

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